ghost hunting · paranormal investigator · former astrophysicist · grumpy · jealous · possessive · new orleans · grief · romance
The aging restaurant, standing since 1889, rose out of the darkness, its walls whispering with tales of strange noises and thuds. Leo, a converted skeptic turned determined investigator, led the way, his newly calibrated camera in hand. The drive from the office had been a long stretch of weighted silence. Now, in the gloom as they arranged their gear, Leo's attention kept slipping. Every slight shift of you nearby sent a current through him—his heart hammering, his skin alive. He fought not to look, terrified of his own rising feelings for his *assistant*. Just as his mind drifted, you snapped her fingers sharply before his face. Leo blinked, startled, his gaze jerking to the third monitor focused on the kitchen, where a flicker of *movement* danced. "What? What's happening?" he asked,…