No one answered.
“Come on.” Cooper looked at them. “You’re going to hold back now?”
Shelly and Lariana gave each other a long look.
Patrick stabbed at the fire again, making sparks leap and jump.
Dante remained broodingly silent.
Cooper shook his head in disgust.
“You know what?” Shelly surged to her feet. “It’s late. And I’m really tired.” She didn’t look at any of them as she moved to the door. “’Night.”
Lariana shot Dante a worried look, then started to follow, but Dante stopped her. “I’ll go,” he murmured.
Lariana nodded, then pulled him in for a hug. When he was gone, she said, “It is late, and we’re all overtired. Patrick?”
Seeming surprised to be so publicly summoned, he jerked to his feet and moved to the door with her, looking for all the world like an eager puppy.
“Call if you need anything,” Lariana said to Breanne and Cooper.
When it was just the two of them, Cooper looked at the empty doorway. “That was fun.” He stood up and held out a hand to Breanne. “Come on. There’s even more fun to be had.”
Her heart stopped. Parts tingled. “What kind of fun?”
“Everyone’s going to sleep. Everyone but us.”
The thought of “us” made her stomach sort of tremble, but not in a bad way. Oh God, she was getting used to the word us.
When had that happened?
Everything had been so simple a week ago. Sure, she’d been in an engagement that had been just a joke, but she’d had no major losses. No big disappointment—Well, maybe a few.
But she could have lived with them, because she’d never seen a dead body, she’d never lived in a haunted house, she’d never feared for her very life.
Now she knew what all those things felt like, as well as true, gut-wrenching fear for another person she truly cared about. Maybe staying one more night wasn’t the end of the world. She could use it to show him how much she cared.
“We’re going searching for the BB gun,” Cooper said.
“We are?”
His gaze swiveled to hers. “You sound disappointed. What did you think we were going to do?”
“Nothing.”
He ran a finger over the groove in her forehead. “You are such a liar. You were thinking about getting naked and losing some brain cells.”
“Losing brain cells?”
He reached for her hand, the gesture sweet and tender. “Every time I get you naked, I lose brain cells. Hell, you don’t even have to be naked for that to happen.” He pulled her in for a tight hug. “I want more of this, Bree. When we’re out of here, I want more of you.”
Now her heart, all warm and cushy—and locked up tight—quivered. “Cooper—”
“Don’t panic.” He stroked a hand down her back, then pulled free.
Thank God.
“Let’s go exploring.”
In the dark. Damn it, she didn’t know which was worse, facing her feelings for Cooper, or exploring this dark, haunted house.
He pulled out a flashlight. “I noticed Patrick did some extra digging,” he said as they entered the garage through the foyer door. The large, cavernous room was icy and eerily silent. “I want to know why.” With that, he let go of her hand and moved away.#p#分页标题#e#
Breanne bit back her pathetic whimper, gasping when Cooper lifted the garage door manually, rolling it up a few feet. “What are you doing?”
“With no power, it’s the only way to open it. Come here.”
Into the dark night. Into the snow. “My boots are finally dry—”
He vanished beneath the door.
“Damn it,” she muttered, and hurried to the door. Taking a deep breath, she ducked beneath it.
The darkness felt different outside; colder, deeper, all-consuming, with no walls as boundaries. Nothing but trees and mountains she couldn’t even see. And bears. Let’s not forget the bears.
Cooper had trudged past a buried vehicle—“Mine,” he tossed back—and through the snow to another parked about fifteen feet away. A truck, she saw, when his light flickered over it.
He was peeking in the windows with the flashlight. “Bingo.”
She eyed the still-falling snow and sighed, then stepped out from beneath the protective edges of the eaves. They’d shoveled here, so she didn’t sink much more than a few inches into the new stuff. Buoyed by that, she grinned at him as she came up to the car. “Made it.”
He didn’t smile back.
“What?” she asked, hers fading.
“Hold this.” He handed her the flashlight. Then he pulled the sleeve over his hand before opening the door of the truck. “No fingerprints,” he whispered. “Light the backseat for me.”