“Nope.” But her sigh was one of pure relief.
Sam made a note to Google
Her chest rose around a deep inhalation. Sam had said he loved her a few times, usually when they thought they were about to die or he was sated with sex. She deserved better from him. “You heard that?”
“
“Hmm.” Cait turned away and fisted her hand at her side. “Yes,” came a quiet, but emphatic hiss.
Sam couldn’t help the deep chuckle or the urge to reach across the seat and capture her hand. Without saying another word, he drove on.
Her stomach growled. “Think we can drop the bag and the butterfly at my apartment and grab a bite? Morin forgot to feed me.”
“Have to wait for the full moon anyway, right?” Sam flipped the turn signal. “Sure. O’Malley’s?”
“We’ll kill two birds. We need to catch up with Jason.”
Sam nodded, then realized it was the first time the mention of O’Malley’s didn’t make his stomach tighten in rejection. So, the place was a bar. They served booze. But so far, Cait had held strong. He wondered if she still felt the urge to drown the voices with a bottle, but was afraid to ask in case the question got her thinking he wasn’t ready to start trusting her.
Morin’s words came back to him. His hands tightened on the steering wheel. He was sure Morin hadn’t mentioned his trust issues because he wanted to help their relationship. But the mention did get Sam thinking that maybe it was time he tried a little harder.
Or was he holding on to his distrust for another reason? Did he want an excuse to guard himself against the pain if they didn’t work out?
Sam didn’t like to think he was a coward. But the last time they’d broken up, he’d been driven to his knees with sorrow and anger. That was before he’d learned she had reasons for hitting the bottle in the first place, although she’d only mentioned one. The whispers of ever-present spirits couldn’t be the only thing she wanted to escape.
Sam slammed the car door closed and met Cait’s questioning glance across the top of the car. Pasting on a half-smile, he circled the car and held up his elbow. “Can’t have anyone thinking Miss Migelo didn’t land herself quite a catch.”
8
Cait entered O’Malley’s and drew in a deep breath through her nose. All the familiar scents assailed her, the most prominent being alcohol. How she loved this place. Loved the feeling that swept through her when she entered. Here, she felt safe. Cocooned from sorrow and her problems. There was always a smiling face to greet her, even if it was only Pauly happy to serve her a drink.
Pauly gave her a small wave, perhaps holding his enthusiasm because of Sam. He was well aware she’d “taken the pledge” since renewing her working and personal relationship with her ex.
And Sam wasn’t a fan. Too many times he’d lit a fire under Pauly’s ass for continuing to serve Cait past the point she could walk a straight line out the door. Not that Pauly was to blame. She’d liked getting shit-faced. She was a grown woman and had made her own choices. Or so she’d said.
Tonight, she wasn’t so sure she’d ever been the one in charge. Not with the irresistible sour odor of scotch wafting in the air. Her mouth watered.
“What’s your poison tonight?” Pauly asked as they drew near.
“Cokes,” she blurted before Sam had the chance to order for her. Her stomach growled. “And could we have some fish and chips?”
Pauly gave her a smile. “Glad to see you both,” he said, lifting his chin to the opposite side of the tavern’s crowded floor. “I’ll bring everything to the table. Your partner’s already there.”
Cait’s gaze whipped around, and she spotted Jason raising a glass of dark beer from across the room.
Sam’s hand guided her through the tables, and then he stood to the side as she slipped across the leather bench.
Jason grinned at Sam. “I see you found our escapee.” Then he leaned toward Cait. “How’d your day go?”
“Fine.” Cait cleared her throat, wondering where to start. “We got some workable intel from Morin.”
Jason arched a brow.
Sam shook his head. “She’s going to do a spell to summon Sylvia Reyes’s spirit.”
Cait gave Sam a quelling glare. “Way to jump right in.”
“So just another day, I see.” Jason made a face and nodded.
Cait eyed Jason. As always, his shirt was perfectly pressed, his blond hair smooth. The only time she’d seen him anything but dapper was after a wraith flung him around like a life-sized rag doll. She flashed him a quick grin. “Your fingers little nubs?”
He held up both hands. “Not so nubby, but I have a headache from staring at the damn screen. Why is it you always get the most exciting jobs?”
“Because I’m special.” Cait tilted her head.
“Oh, you’re special, all right,” Jason said, then took another gulp of beer. “So, what did your trip to the mage get ya?”
Cait filled him in on what she’d learned about the kinds of monsters they were facing, not sugarcoating the dangers.
“Really think the incubus might be that creep Clayton?”
“Or one of his cronies,” Cait muttered. “Just because he’s the mouth doesn’t mean he does the thinking.”
Sam nodded. “Mina seems a lot sharper than she likes to let on.”
“So we’re going to pull them into the investigation.” Jason leaned back and sighed. “Gonna share everything we know? Give them warning just in case they meet the demon in the walls?”
Sam and Cait shared a glance.
Sam shrugged. “I don’t know. How do you want to play it, Cait?”
Her brows waggled. “Given I’m so good at playing a role, huh?” she said, dropping her voice to a sultry purr.
“TMI, guys,” Jason groaned. “I don’t need to know Sam dresses up as Superman or that you have a French maid’s costume in the closet.”
Cait shook her head slowly. “Seriously? That’s the first thing you thought of?”
Jason’s face turned red. “Maybe I should tell you what I learned.”
Cait leaned toward Sam. “He’s changing the subject.”
“Let it drop, Cait,” Sam said, his voice deepening. “Some secrets are only need-to-know.”
Cait’s jaw dropped. “You told a joke? And a good one?”
He grimaced. “I’m not without a sense of humor.”
“No, Mr. Ex-Marine. You were born without a funny bone.”
“I love it when you two coo like lovebirds,” Jason said, a smile splitting his face, “but I really do have some information to share.”
Sam and Cait turned toward Jason, smiles fading.
“What did you find out?” she asked.
Jason tapped the table. “First, I checked with the medical examiner. Although Sylvia’s body was pretty dried out, he believes she died from the trauma of having her internal organs ripped out. Postmortem, her bones were methodically broken to make her fit into the space between the walls. He thinks it was done with a hammer because some appeared nearly pulverized, but he couldn’t actually find any rounded indentions in the bones to prove it.”
