“Paranormal investigations?” She glanced back at Gadara. “Like Ghostbusters?”

“The opposite, really,” Linda said. “We don’t go into an investigation hoping to find something. We go in hoping to disprove it. We’re skeptics.”

“You’re hoping to disprove something here?”

“At the request of the commandant,” Roger said. “She granted permission for another show—Para-normal Territory—to investigate a few months ago and they suggested that areas of the base are haunted. She appreciates our more scientific approach. Basically, she wants a second opinion.”

“That’s fascinating.” In a wholly alarming way, considering Molenaar’s tragedy just hours ago.

Roger draped an arm around Linda’s shoulders. “Are you a skeptic, Eve?”

She shook her head.

Linda grinned. “We’ve found a believer.”

“I wouldn’t call myself that,” Eve said dryly. “But there are unusual events and situations—”

“Beings?”

“—that are unexplainable.”

“Want to come with us?”

Roger shot a startled look at his girlfriend.

Linda’s returning glance was mischievous. “Don’t look so surprised. Eve’s interior design expertise could prove useful. Plus the contrast between her belief in the supernatural and our skepticism would make for great television. She’ll reinforce Paranormal Territory’s position on the hauntings; we’ll debunk it. Gently, of course.”

“Ms. Hollis.” Gadara’s voice poured over the three of them like warm water. It affected Roger and Linda immediately, bringing an enthralled look to their faces.

Eve made the introductions and rehashed the information the archangel had already heard through eavesdropping.

“My brother is a big fan of yours, Mr. Gadara,” Roger said, shaking the archangel’s hand. “He’s a house flipper who wants to be like you when he grows up.”

Gadara’s smile was a thing of beauty. “Real estate can be wonderfully lucrative.”

“That’s what he says. Of course, he needs to learn how to budget first. So far he’s managed to barely break even.”

“Tell him to detach himself from the project. It is business. No more, no less. He should not approach the assignment with his own desires and needs in mind.” The archangel looked at Eve, but she already understood that he was talking to her as much as to them.

“I’m impressed that you would take time out of your schedule for a class,” Roger said. “The waiting list for that course must be years long. Maybe I could get my brother on it? I forgot his birthday last month.”

“It is a private class, given to select employees.”

“Lucky employees.” Linda smiled. “So . . . would you be interested in roughly thirty minutes of fame? It’s an hour-long show, but commercials and setup eat up time. We would love to have you along. We’ve never had a celebrity guest before.”

“I am hardly a celebrity,” Gadara protested, but Eve sensed he enjoyed the thought.

“You’re very nearly a household name,” Roger countered. “As well known as Donald Trump.”

“Your presence would boost our ratings,” Linda cajoled. “Plus, it’s fun.”

Gadara smiled boyishly. “Where are you investigating?”

“Anytown.”

If Eve hadn’t been looking for his surprise, she might have missed it.

Archangels are brilliant actors.

Startled by the new voice, Eve’s gaze darted to find the source. A deep bark brought her attention to the Great Dane leaping from the passenger seat of the red pickup. A pretty redhead exited from the driver’s side and called out, “Don’t bark at the neighbors, Freddy.”

Freddy rolled his eyes, then dipped his large head in a bow to Gadara.

“You have a dog,” Eve said.

“Yeah.” Roger snapped his fingers, and Freddy padded over. “Animals have keener senses. When the viewers see that Freddy is bored, they know nothing paranormal is at work.”

Obviously, I’m a brilliant actor, too.

Eve winked at him.

Gadara cleared his throat and looked suitably regretful. “We are utilizing Anytown at the moment.”

“No worries,” Roger assured. “The commandant warned us. We film at night, so we won’t get in your way.”

Curious to see how he would maneuver his way through this new curve, Eve watched the archangel closely.

“Hang on.” Linda pulled away from Roger and ran back to the van. She dug into a duffel bag resting on the threshold of the open sliding rear door, then returned with a DVD case that she extended to Gadara. “Here’s the episode of Paranormal Territory that was filmed here at McCroskey. Take a look at it. We won’t start filming until midnight. Hopefully that will give you plenty of time to consider it.”

Gadara accepted the video, then made their excuses. Eve waved to Freddy before falling into step beside the archangel.

“We can’t leave them here alone,” she said.

“Clean-up is progressing as we speak, and I will speak with the lieutenant colonel again.”

“Going to put the persuasive whammy on her?”

“I will simply suggest that she delay them until we are completely cleared out.”

“Shouldn’t we catch whoever killed Molenaar before we say we’re done here? We can clean up and go, but that doesn’t mean the killer won’t be left behind.”

“You no longer believe the culprit is one of your classmates, Ms. Hollis? Or me?”

She also had concerns about the Infernals working for him, but she’d keep that to herself for now. “I never said it was any of you.”

“Not directly, but the implication—the suspicion—is there.”

“Okay. That mind-pillaging thing is just plain creepy. If I have something to say to you, I’ll say it. Please don’t dig around in my brain.”

“It is concern for you that motivates me.”

“Really? And that’s why you decided to ignore the Novium that’s tearing me up?”

Stopping by the Porsche, the archangel faced her with narrowed eyes. “Tell me how you think I can best help you.”

Eve’s fingers touched the trunk, seeking a connection with the vehicle in lieu of Reed. The car was sleek, expensive, and dangerously fast. Just like the man who drove it. “They invited us to go with them. I think we should. We could protect them.”

The archangel shook his head and handed her the DVD. “Let me speak with the colonel before we consider that. In the interim, go inside with the others and help them pack. Make sure that we are prepared to go.”

She took the video. “The girls’ side is done and ready to load.”

“Excellent. Now concentrate on the provisions and equipment.”

With two guards still in Anytown and two always on point with Gadara, that left only the Marks to do the grunt work. “All right, I’ll play along,” she said, disgruntled. “For now.”

“And stay away from Abel,” he added. “He needs to cool down some, as do you.”

Eve shot him a wry glance. “So you finally admit I’m running a fever?”

His mouth thinned, briefly reminding her of her dad’s style of silent chastising.

She shrugged it off and headed toward the house.

Reed stood in the shade of an oak tree and watched as Eve ran her fingers over his car as if it were a lover. Her mind followed suit, returning to musings of him and her confusion over her attraction. She loved his brother but she wanted him, too. In ways she had never wanted anyone else.

His jaw clenched so tightly it ached.

I covet you.

The words should have been his, not hers. And if she settled into her fate as a Mark, he would have numerous years with her. A blessing, if he was able to head a new firm and snag her for his team. Or a curse, if she remained in love with Cain even after their mentoring relationship was over.

I want to fuck you, not carry your baggage.

The truth mixed with a lie. He wanted everything, which pissed him off to no end. If his brain hadn’t been scrambled by her Heat, he would have pulled her into an abandoned home and pinned her to a crumbling wall. He would have pounded himself into her until neither of them could breathe, think, or walk. He would have spilled every drop of his lust into her writhing body, thereby deepening the ethereal connection between them. He also would have irrefutably checkmated Cain by severing their connection before it had a chance to fully form. Eve might have hated him afterward and hated herself for giving in to the desire she didn’t understand, but he would’ve had her in every way that mattered.

But his brain had fried when she laid her feelings on the line. Without a driver behind the wheel, his gut had taken over and fucked it all up.

I want to fuck you, not carry your baggage.

He was such a dick. He’d felt how deeply the words cut her and had relished her pain because it mirrored his.

He could have had her body, but taking her while under duress wasn’t enough. He wanted her sober, cognizant, and fully willing. No remorse, no regrets.

“Hello.”

Pulled from his thoughts by the greeting, Reed dragged his gaze away from Eve to find the pretty blonde with the dark fashion sense approaching. Her wrists and throat were hugged by spikes and leather, her palms were covered in fingerless gloves, and her legs were wrapped in black-and-white-striped knee-high socks.

He used to seek out women like her—light-haired women with harder-than-usual edges. He’d considered them his type.

His head tilted slightly in silent acknowledgment.

The blonde’s gaze followed his previous line of sight and came to rest on Eve, who stood talking with Raguel.

“If it’s any consolation,” she said, “she’s not accessible to your brother either. He has been ringing her cell phone all morning.”