What Hides Inside: Bay City Paranormal Investigations, Book 2

even if there were any to give.”
It was only a small lie. Sam figured the real details were no one else’s business, especially since he and Dean were not about to become a couple.
Before David could say anything else, the door opened and the man under discussion breezed in. “Man, it’s freezing out there.” Rubbing his hands together, Dean dipped his head at his coworkers. “Morning, y’all.”
“Hi, Dean.” With a mischievous glance at Sam, David moved over to his own desk and plopped into the chair. “Sam was just telling us y’all had a really nice talk last night.”
Dean’s expression didn’t change at all. Sam was impressed.
“A very nice talk, yes,” Dean agreed. “Is that fresh coffee?”
“Yeah.” Leaning back in his chair, Sam gave Dean what he hoped was a casual smile. “I just made it about fifteen minutes ago.”
“Fabulous.” Dean crossed the room in a few strides, poured himself a cup and sipped it. He licked his lips, eyelids fluttering blissfully shut. “God, you have no idea how much I needed this.”
“Didn’t sleep much?” David asked, his face the picture of innocence.
Sam felt his cheeks go pink. Swiveling his chair around, he feigned deep interest in the list he’d been working on. Please don’t say anything, he silently begged Dean.
“Slept like a baby, thanks,” Dean answered cheerfully. “But I froze my ass off walking over from the bus stop. I will be so happy when my car’s finally fixed.”
Sam stared at the document on his computer screen without seeing it. Beside him, Dean sank into a chair and sat sipping coffee, making little pleasure noises that reminded Sam vividly of the previous night. If he hadn’t been so worried about his face telling the world he’d had Dean in his bed, it might have bothered him that Dean evidently enjoyed mediocre coffee as much as sex with Sam.
The squeal of the front door opening was a relief. Sam looked up and smiled. “Hi, Andre.”
“Hi.” Andre unzipped his jacket and pulled it off, throwing it over the top of the coat rack. “I hate winter.”
“You said it,” David agreed.
Andre shuffled over to join the group, lowering himself into his chair with a sigh. “So what’re we doing today?”
“David and Dean are going back to the library to do some more research on the history of the South Bay property,” Cecile said. “Sam and I thought we’d go interview some of the students. I’m not sure what Bo’s plans are.”
“Bo’s plans involve massive amounts of paperwork,” Bo answered, walking in from his office with what looked like a stack of bills in his hand and a pen stuck behind one ear. “Andre, we have a pile of potential clients that we need to call, would you mind starting that for me? I can help you when I get caught up on the books.”
“Sure thing.” Holding a hand out, Andre took the list of names Bo handed him and set it on his desk. “We’re all off tomorrow, so I guess we’ll head back to the school on Friday, huh?”
At first Sam didn’t know what Andre meant. Then he remembered. The next day was Thanksgiving. It would be the first time in his life Sam had spent a holiday alone. The thought was depressing.
“Yes,” Bo said. “We’ll meet here at eight a.m. Friday morning and head over to South Bay together. I was thinking we could do the whole tunnel as a group. That way we can get video, audio, stills and psychic readings all at one time. What do y’all think?”
“Sounds like a plan, boss-man.” Draining his coffee cup, David hopped to his feet and nudged Dean’s shoulder. “C’mon, let’s go grab some breakfast before the library opens. I’m starved.”
Cecile raised an eyebrow at him, but said nothing. Sam stifled a groan. By now, he knew David well enough to know he was going to grill Dean for information. But not details, Sam thought with a mix of amusement and irritation. He realized David was simply concerned about him, and he appreciated that. But he didn’t want anyone else, even a close friend like David, to know what he’d done. Taking Dean to bed had been a mistake. He was lucky Dean was so perceptive and had such a huge, loving heart. Most men wouldn’t have been so understanding, and he knew it. He much preferred to keep it between himself and Dean. Especially if he still had a chance to be with Bo.
Christ, my life’s such a fucking soap opera. Sam bit back a laugh.
Shooting Sam a curious glance, Dean stood and stretched. “Okay. I want