His lips moved closer to my ear. “I remember every second of that afternoon, Eve. I’ve replayed it so many times…in bed, in the shower, even in the car, once during a traffic jam—I was sitting there and I saw a billboard for the hotel we’d stayed in and next thing you know…” A deep chuckle. “I found a way to make the delay a whole lot more bearable.”

I backpedaled so fast I fell right through the wall. Kristof grabbed my arm to steady me, but I moved out of his way.

I righted myself and glowered at him. “God, you are—”

A quick grin. “Incorrigible?”

“Oh, that wasn’t the word I had in mind.”

“I like incorrigible. Much better than desperate. Or horny. Or desperately horny.”

“Arghh!” With a blink, I changed back into my jeans. “There, better?”

He took my hand and pressed it to his crotch. “Nope, no change. Have I ever mentioned how great your ass looks in those—”

“If you do, you’re going to find yourself on the wrong end of a shock-bolt spell.”

“Hmmm.”

“Don’t even try it.”

“Not going to. I’m just wondering whether I should risk unzipping or just let you continue like this.”

“Like what?” I followed his gaze down to see my hand still pressed against his crotch. “Damn you!”

“I take it that’s a no on the unzipping?”

I bit back a retort and settled for striding across the room, giving my brain time to find its way out of the lust-fog. “I need a real nurse’s uniform.”

“No, you’re going to be the patient.”

“But you said—”

“I said I needed to put you in a nurse’s uniform. I didn’t say it was part of the plan.”

I rolled my eyes and fought the urge to laugh. “Okay, tell me what you have in mind.”

I was going to play patient—a more thorough disguise, since two of the haunters had already seen me. Stained, baggy sweats, my hair snarled and oily, eyes red and sunken—the look of someone for whom personal hygiene has been a low priority for a while. After I finished the glamour, Kristof conjured a wheelchair for me, and we headed back to the haunters.

Chapter 8

8

“YOU SHOULD HAVE SEEN BART’S FACE.” THE YOUNG woman who’d been taunting Barton to violence had returned to the other haunters. “Franco couldn’t write her report fast enough. She was on the phone to Peterson before Chang even came to collect ol’ Bart.”