Haunted On Bourbon Street Part 8

Kane stiffened beside me. I looked at him, bewildered.

"Kane said he'd open the club a little late, but he has an event scheduled. Since we can't measure activity with other people around, I'll take what I can get. Though I would like to log some data with you and Pyper in there to see if either of you sets anything off."

"Just me and Pyper?" I asked.

"Yes. It seems the two of you have some kind of connection with whatever may be lurking here. I'll take some basic measurements and have each of you come in for a reading. After I record the data I can compare the results and see if we have any similarities or anomalies," Ian explained.

"No." Kane said.

"No?" I asked before anyone else could respond. "What do you mean, no?"

Kane turned serious eyes on me. "I mean, I don't want you and Pyper involved anymore. You went into some sort of trance today in there, and Pyper could have been seriously hurt last night. I will not allow that to happen again."

The blood rushed to my head. Combined with my fight with Kat and feeling like I had no control over what was happening, I snapped. "Who are you to tell me what you will and will not allow to happen?"

"Your boss."

I huffed. "Right. Boss. I had no idea taking orders from you on my personal time was in the job description. Besides, you may be the owner of the club, but technically I work for Pyper, remember? I only filled in tending bar as a favor to her. Why in the h.e.l.l else do you think I would work at a strip club?"

"For the money," he said calmly. "Like all the other girls."

"You son of a b.i.t.c.h." I glowered at him, p.i.s.sed off, mostly because he was right. I did need the money, but he didn't have to know that. "You know d.a.m.n well I only filled in as a favor to Pyper."

He opened his mouth to say something, but Pyper cut him off. "That's true."

Kane turned to her. "Which part, the favor part or the son-of-a-b.i.t.c.h part?"

"Both," she said lightly. She turned her attention to Ian. "Of course, we'll both help." She waved her arm toward me.

I smiled at Kane's incredulous expression.

"Oh, stop being a bully," Pyper continued. "We're both big girls. If we want to help Ian figure out what's going on, we will."

Kane stared at her until she raised an eyebrow. Then he studied me. I resisted the urge to stick out my tongue. Real mature, I told myself. Finally, he asked Ian, "Is there something you do to keep people safe in these situations?"

Ian nodded. "Yes. So far we haven't had any mishaps...though this situation seems a bit more volatile than most we've been involved with."

"Really?" I asked. "How so?"

"Well," Ian paused, rubbing his chin. "Most of our clients come to us because they see images, like a vision, or they get a sixth sense something is there. Rarely do we come across cases where the spirits are interacting on as personal a level, as they seem to be doing in this case."

Kane stayed silent but continued to glare at all of us.

Ian glanced at him, shifting uncomfortably. "But don't worry, there are things we can do to discourage interaction. As soon as I hear back from my aunt we'll set up wards to keep the ghost inactive."

"Sounds great." Pyper handed him a card. "My cell is on there. Give us a ring when you're ready. Come on, Jade, let's get some takeout and head to my apartment."

Without glancing back, I fell into step behind Pyper.

Once back at Pyper's I found my phone and grimaced at the mult.i.tude of calls from Kat and Gwen. I should have remembered to call my aunt. Chances are, she'd felt the void when I'd been knocked out and most certainly would have felt my energy shift while I'd been in the club that afternoon. I dialed, and spent a full twenty minutes a.s.suring her I was fine, and promised to check in more often.

"It's good to have someone to worry about you." Pyper handed me a mug of chai.

I nodded. "Thanks." Emotionally exhausted, I leaned back and closed my eyes.

Promptly at nine o'clock, Pyper's cell phone rang. She answered and a moment later tucked her feet under her. "Ian wants just you for now. Then we'll switch."

"Here goes nothing." I got to my feet, waved and took off down the two flights of stairs. My heart pounded. I wanted nothing else but to go back up to Pyper's apartment and just hang with her.

Ian waited for me at the back door of Wicked. We wasted no time saying our protection spell and repeating the procedure we'd followed the week before in my apartment.

For the last hour I'd been having an internal debate, trying to decide if I wanted to open myself up and use my gift this time. On one hand it would give me insight, but on the other I might pa.s.s out again. And I was really tired of being treated like an invalid.

As Ian followed me around the room, making appreciative noises at whatever results he received, I couldn't stop my curiosity. I had to know. Letting my guards down, I took in the lingering emotions. They were stale, and I was reminded of the smell of warm beer left out overnight after a party. Dingy l.u.s.t, mixed with tired antic.i.p.ation, swarmed in my head then suddenly was chased away by disgust and hatred.

I froze and scanned the room.

"Did you see something?" Ian's voice and energy lit with excitement.

I shook my head, still trying to hone in on the direction of the intrusion. There wasn't a clear path, just a whirlwind of toxic emotions.

"Say something," Ian whispered.

"Why are you here?" I asked in a clear voice. The disgust gripped my senses until all I could see was a red haze. I gasped as I fought it. "Let go! You do not have permission to invade my aura." The red cleared, and the toxic waste gripping me vanished. A pure white energy, something close to joy, filled my being. "Thank you."

"Who are you thanking?" Ian asked, stepping up next to me.

"I don't know. The G.o.ddess, maybe. Did you get what you needed?"

"More than enough. I can't wait to a.n.a.lyze this." Ian bounced like a little boy on a sugar high. He steadied himself and examined me. "What just happened there?'

I shrugged. I didn't want to share my ability with Ian. Unfortunately I was too tired to come up with a great explanation. "Can we talk about it later, after you do your a.n.a.lysis?"

His face fell, but he recovered quickly. "Sure. It's probably better to talk about it after the scientific stuff is laid out anyway."

I turned to go. "I'll send Pyper down when I get back upstairs."

"I guess we'll have to reschedule our date?" Ian said with a question.

Oops. I'd forgotten all about it. "Sure." I smiled. "I'm also still waiting to hear what you found out during the first investigation."

"Oh, right! I have a bunch of charts and stuff for you, but basically it boils down to some spiked EMF readings, indicating there was something there, but nothing definitive. I think we can safely say something is causing havoc. We just don't have solid proof. Yet."

I pursed my lips. "All right, but you know I don't care about proof. I just want it to leave us alone."

Ian's smile soured. "Of course. I'm working on it."

"I know." I grabbed his hand and squeezed. "Thanks. I really do appreciate everything."

He pulled me toward him and kissed my cheek. "You're welcome. Any time. I'll call you about dinner."

I nodded and, trying not to read too much into his kiss, went to get Pyper. Halfway up the stairs, I spotted her coming toward me.

"Ian called already," she said.

"Okay. Is the door open? I need to get my stuff."

"Yeah, Kane's up there." She winked. "Go easy on him. He isn't used to anyone but me putting him in his place."

I laughed.

"See ya." She squeezed past me and disappeared at the bottom of the stairwell.

A moment later I let myself into her apartment. "Kane?"

"In here." His voiced carried from his room.

I stopped in the doorway, watching him make the bed. Now that my irritation had worn off, I felt bad I'd snapped at him. Even though he'd kind of deserved it. I really didn't like to be told what to do. Still, he'd only been being protective. "Sorry I lost it on you earlier. It's been a rough few days."

He turned, eyeing me. "It's all right. I admire women with s.p.u.n.k."

"I can see that."

His lips quirked. "Oh? Who have you noticed me admiring?"

"Just Pyper. You two are obviously close, and she has more s.p.u.n.k than anyone I've ever met."

"I don't know. Charlie might give her a run for her money. That girl can run a bar, keep the dancers in check and throw trouble-making losers out on their a.s.ses. Between the two of them I don't know why they need me."

For the eye candy. I hid a smile. "If Pyper is the club manager and Charlie runs the bar and helps her out, what exactly do you do?"

"I'm supposed to be taking over for Pyper so she can devote her full attention to the cafe, but my other work keeps me too busy. I should just promote Charlie and leave it all in her capable hands." He sat down on the bed and kicked off his shoes.

I leaned against the doorframe, enjoying talking with him. "Your other job?"

"Yeah, I'm a financial advisor. Independent contractor, so I set my own hours."

"That's interesting. I didn't know that." Well, well, well. Mr. Strip Club Owner had a respectable job. Not that it mattered. Hadn't I already decided I didn't care what he did for a living while defending him to Kat? Or had I? I still couldn't see myself dating someone who worked in the s.e.x trade.

Fantasizing about? Appreciating? Drooling over? Yes. But not dating.

The thought brought me back to reality, and I grabbed my bag off the dresser. "I should go. Thanks again for looking after me."

His eyes met mine. "Any time, Jade. Any time."

Chapter 7.

I scowled at the line snaking its way out the front door of The Grind. What the h.e.l.l? Usually the place was empty at eight o'clock on a Sunday morning. Since I wasn't scheduled to work and craved a chai, I dragged my feet to the back of the line and waited.

Five minutes later the line had barely moved. I craned my neck to see what was going on inside. A ma.s.s of bodies blocked my view. I started to move past the crowd when a pet.i.te blonde grabbed my arm. "Hey, what do you think you're doing?"

Her irritation did nothing to help my already grumpy mood. I stared pointedly at her hand. "Let go."

"I'm not going to let you cut in line. We were here first."

A slightly darker blonde clone stood next to her, nodding in agreement.

"You have about two seconds to let go before I make you do it."

At that moment someone else grabbed my opposite shoulder. I whirled, ripping my arm out of the blonde chick's grip, and came face to face with Kane.

"Everything all right?" he asked.

The blonde started babbling about line jumping while my irritation rose to startling levels. How dare he interfere? Through my angry haze I didn't hear what Kane said, but the blonde backed off and reclaimed her place in line.

"Let go," I said.

He released his grip. "Sorry, I just meant to guide you away from the crazy."

"I can take care of myself," I snapped.

The confusion in his eyes made me instantly regret my tone. "Sorry."

d.a.m.n, why did I have to be so cranky? The s.e.x dreams had to stop. Every morning I woke frustrated, and hanging out with Kane didn't help. I was pretty sure he was the reason I was having them in the first place.

"Rough morning?" he asked.

"Something like that."

"A chai might help."

I stared, impressed he remembered my drink of choice. He didn't miss anything. "I can't-out of time to wait any longer. I have to get to the gla.s.s studio. I have a cla.s.s starting today."