Where The Heart Is: A Bay City Paranormal Investigations story

one we just looked at was packed so full of patterns I almost couldn’t get it open. I remember that because two of the patterns tore when I finally forced the drawer open, and I felt bad about ruining her things.”
Dean moved closer and hooked his free arm around Sommer’s waist. “That’s all there was, though? Sewing supplies?”
“Yes. I went through every bit of it, hoping to find some sort of clue about where Mom and Dad had gone, but there was nothing.”
“I’m assuming you’ve never experienced anything like what just happened, or you would’ve said so.”
“No, I haven’t. On the other hand, I haven’t been in this room since I first converted it. Rich does the cleaning here.” Sommer chewed his bottom lip. “I just don’t like being here. I know that sounds weird.”
Moved by the urge to quell Sommer’s obvious embarrassment, Dean pressed a soft kiss to Sommer’s neck. “It doesn’t sound weird at all, actually. I think I’d feel the same way, if it was me.”
Turning, Sommer kissed Dean’s lips. “Thank you,” he whispered. “You always make me feel better.”
Warmth flared in Dean’s belly. He couldn’t have stopped the loopy smile from spreading across his face even if he’d wanted to. “Hey, anything I can do. I like making you feel good.”
The sudden heat in Sommer’s eyes told Dean he’d caught the double meaning. Not that it wasn’t painfully obvious.
“Let’s finish this up,” Sommer breathed. “Before I have to molest you right here in the hall.”
Dean gulped. “Uh. Yeah. As long as you promise to molest me later.”
Sommer drew away, but his gaze held Dean’s. “Stay with me.”
Ignoring the fact that Kerry was likely to complain about him spending so much time with Sommer, Dean nodded. The simmering fire in Sommer’s eyes promised pleasures Dean was too weak to refuse.
A wide smile lit up Sommer’s face. “Good.”
Sommer started toward the last room, his attention fixed on the EMF once more. Dean followed on rubbery legs. It was both irritating and exciting how Sommer could destroy his composure with nothing but a look and a few words.
    Remember the case, Dean. Stop fantasizing about Sommer and concentrate on the damn case.
With a mighty effort, Dean forced his thoughts away from sex and onto the mystery of the Blue Skye Inn. The opening of the dresser drawer nagged at his mind. In his experience, apparitions did not expend the energy to deliberately draw the attention of the living without a reason. Not that their reasons were always clear, but they did always seem to have one.
Something’s still there in that drawer, or was there before Sommer cleaned it out. Some clue to who or what this apparition is. We just have to figure out what it is.
A pleasant shiver pebbled the skin of Dean’s arms, and he smiled. It was going to be an interesting month.
Chapter Eight
    The last guestroom yielded nothing but a large moth fluttering against the window. Dean and Sommer descended the stairs and went into the parlor, where Ron and Kerry sat talking on the sofa. The lamp they’d turned on filled the room with a golden glow.
    Both looked up when Dean and Sommer came in and set their equipment on the coffee table. “Hey,” Kerry said. “Did y’all find anything? We didn’t get squat.”
Dean plopped into one of the huge, squashy chairs. Sommer perched on the arm. His fingers sifted through Dean’s hair, and Dean swallowed a moan. “Um. Most of the house was totally quiet for us. Something happened in room four upstairs though.”
Ron leaned forward, practically vibrating with curiosity. “What?”
Dean explained what they’d experienced in the guestroom, with occasional interjections from Sommer. By the time he finished, Kerry’s eyes were huge and Ron was actually bouncing in place.
“That is so fucking wild.” Ron rubbed at his beard. “So what do you think it was trying to show you?”
Sommer shook his head. “I don’t know. But this doesn’t end here. I’m going to go back up there tomorrow and search the whole dresser. The whole room, if I have to. There has to be something there, and I’m not giving up until I find it.”
The steely determination in Sommer’s voice made Dean’s cock swell inside his jeans. He bit his lip and tried to will it down. God, Sommer’s aggressive side turned him on even when it wasn’t sexual.
He wished it wouldn’t. It unnerved him that anyone—never mind a man he barely knew—could exert so much