Haunted on Bourbon Street (5 page)

“No. I wouldn’t,” I answered truthfully. My shoulders relaxed as I smiled at her.

It wasn’t long before Kane strolled back in, his expression cool as if nothing had happened. He walked straight toward me. Just as he reached the bar I said, “I am so sorry. I don’t know what his problem is.”

“You don’t? I do.”

“You do?” My hands started to shake again.

“Being an asshole is his problem. Don’t worry, the other bouncers have been instructed that he’s not allowed in here again. Ever.”

“Ever?”

“Is that a problem?”

The tension in my jaw eased as I let out a long, slow breath. “No. Thank you, Kane. I’m sorry he caused such a scene.”

He nodded, staring at me with intense curiosity radiating off him. I willed myself to keep eye contact and waited. He clearly had questions, but as time ticked by it became equally as clear he wasn’t going to ask. And I wasn’t offering.

“Well…thanks again, I appreciate the help. If you need anything from me, let me know.”

His gaze traveled the length of my body, then back up. “Maybe later.” With that, he turned and walked off.

“Uh-oh! Looks like the boss has his sights set on a new girl,” Charlie sang as she did a little dance next to me.

“What?”

“I saw that look. I may not be into guys, but I know how one looks when he’s interested.”

“But what about Pyper?”

“What about her?” she asked.

“Uh…aren’t they together?”

Charlie laughed, long and hard to the point of almost crying. “Honey, if Pyper had a thing with Kane, you’d know it. Subtlety’s not her strong suit when it comes to men.” A wicked smile played at the corner of her mouth. “No. They’re just business partners. And the boss man has his eye on you.”

***

After the adrenaline rush wore off, pressure built behind my left eye, threatening a migraine. If I didn’t leave the club soon, someone would be carrying me out. I thanked Charlie once more and made a quick getaway. The pressure didn’t start to ease until I entered the narrow walkway to my building’s courtyard. By the time I reached the inner sanctuary, the brick walls had succeeded in blocking out the commotion of Bourbon Street. Sighing in relief, I flopped into a chair.

“Jade?” Pyper called. I followed the sound of her voice and found her leaning against the side entrance. “I thought you were going to your friend’s house.”

“Change of plans. What brings you out here?”

She walked over and sat next to me. “Just taking a break. What about you?”

“Waiting for Ian to finish so I can get to sleep.”

Pyper sat up, her eyebrows raised. “Really? You’re not afraid?”

I lifted one shoulder. “I was up there with Ian, and nothing happened—even when I tried to speak to it. I figure I better get it over with.” My halfhearted smile faltered at her skeptical look. “It’ll be fine.”

She pulled a business card out of her bag. “My cell’s on there. If anything else happens or if you just get spooked, call me, and you can come to my place. I live next door above the café.”

I furrowed my brows. “Thanks. That’s kind of you, especially since we hardly know each other.” I liked her and thought we were on our way to being friends, but trust wasn’t something that came easy for me. I’d suffered too many past betrayals. Depending on anyone was just asking for trouble. Look at Kat, for example.

I realized she hadn’t seen the exchange between Dan and I, and the whole thing was so out of character for him, but when I’d told her what happened she’d dismissed my claims without even considering them. Being drunk wasn’t a good enough excuse. She seemed to comprehend Dan being thrown out of the club just fine. That alone should have given her a clue something wasn’t right. The whole exchange left me feeling empty and alone.

“What can I say? I feel guilty we rented you a haunted apartment. I really thought Kane was full of shit. If you want out of your lease, I’ll make it happen.”

Ah.
Guilt made people do a lot of things they normally wouldn’t do. Still, I appreciated both offers. “Thanks, but I think I’ll stick it out for now. Hopefully Ian can come up with a solution for a ghost-free apartment.” At this point I didn’t have many options. So unless the ghost sent knives through the air at me, I’d already decided I was staying. “But if things get worse I might take you up on it.”

“You’ve got guts. I like that in a woman.”

“Me too,” Ian said as he strolled up behind us. “Jade, here’s your key. We’ve got everything we need, but it’ll take a few days to compile the data. I’ll call you, and maybe we can get together for dinner and go over it?”

“Sure, sounds good. Thanks, Ian.” I stood and gave him a hug goodbye.

“Hmm, sounds like you’ve got yourself a date,” Pyper said after Ian left.

“What? No, it’s not a date. Is it?”

“Sure looks like it from here.” Pyper stood. “I’ve got to get back inside. Don’t hesitate to call if you need anything.”

The moment of truth. Was I ready to go back up to my apartment? No, but sleeping in the courtyard wasn’t an option. I could always take Pyper up on her offer, but how weird would that be? I barely knew her. Maybe I’d break down and use my almost-maxed-out credit card for a hotel room.

Music from The Charlie Daniels Band started playing from my cell phone, interrupting my inner monologue. I smiled as I flipped it open. “Hey, Gwen. How’s my favorite aunt tonight?”

“Better than you, sweetie. You’ve pushed yourself too far.”

“I know it. I’m sorry. Am I keeping you up?” Gwen has psychic tendencies, and there isn’t anyone she’s more in tune with than me.

“Yes, but it’s not the first time, and it won’t be the last. I called to tell you, you’ve made the right decision, so stop stressing over it and get to it.” She paused then added, “I need to rest at some point tonight.”

“Wait, my decision? You mean the one to stay in my apartment tonight?”

“Is that what you were mulling over when I called? If so, then yes.” She chuckled. “The message came through loud and clear.”

The tension eased from my limbs. If Gwen said it was okay, then it was okay. I brought her up to speed on the day’s events, minus the run-in with Dan. I’d be willing to bet she already knew, but no need to rehash it. Gwen was even less of a fan of his than I was—if that was even possible.

“Wow,” she said. “You do have a lot going on. I’m getting a strong vibe your apartment is okay, but still be careful. If it bothers you again, tell it to leave. Be firm, but respectful. You don’t want to piss him or her off.”

“I will, and thanks. I needed to hear your voice tonight.”

“I know. Get some rest and restore that energy. Do as I say, now. I’ll know if you don’t.”

Grinning, I said my goodbyes, with promises to take care of myself. As I let myself into the building, I felt better than I had all day.

With more than a little trepidation I pushed my door open, praying Gwen was right. I trusted her completely, but even that couldn’t put all my fears to rest. After a mental sweep around the room I mustered up the strength to visit my bathroom. I couldn’t go to bed without brushing my teeth.

Honeysuckle scent still clung to the air, but the bathroom had been cleaned and the jar of Honey Dust sat innocently on my bathroom shelf.
Thank you, Ian!
Maybe a date with him wouldn’t be so bad. After completing my bedtime ritual I made a beeline for my new bed. Grateful the day had finally come to an end, I set my cell phone alarm to wake me for work the next day and passed out.

***

A cool breeze caressed my shoulder, prompting me to pull back the thin sheet. I welcomed the reprieve from the warm, humid night. I didn’t need to feel the mattress shift to know I wasn’t alone. His playful energy engulfed me, and a slow smile spread on my lips when his warm breath tickled my ear. Purring as he caressed my neck, I tried to roll toward him but his arm clasped around my middle, trapping me.

Wiggling, I tried to escape from his firm grasp but stilled when he trailed his fingers from my belly upward between my breasts.

How had I ever gone so long without this?

I held myself still, reveling in the building tension as he explored. But when he brushed his thumb over my nipple, I trembled, and a small moan escaped from my lips. His desire shot through my veins, overriding any self-control. I reached out, aching with need, desperate to feel his body pressed tight against mine. My arms circled, pulling him close. As I pressed my lips to his, he vanished. An agonizing pain shot through my heart.

My eyes snapped open. I clutched my chest and sat up, my body still trembling from the invisible touch. I focused on the eerie yellow moon shining through the window. Who exactly had I been dreaming about? No face or build came to mind. My only recollection was the imprint of his touch and lingering, wicked desire. With a sigh I lay back down on the pillows.

What was that about? Okay, hanging out in the strip club had side effects. Or was that a benefit? My thoughts drifted to Kane, and the desire returned full force. Damn it! That man was just too sexy for his own good.

Chapter 4

The rest of the week fell into a comfortable routine. I worked the café in the mornings and spent the afternoons at the glass studio—the real reason I’d moved to New Orleans. The hot glass school had offered me a job teaching beadmaking. I’d been making and selling glass beads online ever since college and had built a pretty solid business over the last seven years. But the income wasn’t really enough to afford to live here, hence the part-time café gig.

Kat, who already lived here, had referred me and did more than a fair amount of coaxing to get me to move. Too bad she’d neglected to mention Dan had relocated from Idaho or that they’d started dating. Otherwise I’d still be living in Boise.

By Friday I’d decided I’d earned an afternoon off. I’d just poured a large glass of wine when a knock sounded at my door.

I opened it to find Pyper, with new streaks of neon pink running through her black hair. “Wow! Where’d you find time to do that? Your hair looks awesome!”

She raised her hand to a freshly dyed lock. “Right after I left the café. It came out great, right?”

I nodded as she made a beeline for my counter. “Thank God,” she said dramatically. “You have wine.”

I laughed. “Rough day?”

“You have no idea.” She filled her glass to the rim and drank half of it before taking a breath. “Better already.”

“I’d offer you a seat, but…” I waved a hand around the empty room. “I haven’t had time to look for furniture yet. I’m planning a date with Craigslist tomorrow.”

“Don’t worry, I can’t stay. One of the girls just called and quit. Something about taking a job in Miami. Now we’re really in a bind. We have three VIP parties tonight.” Desperation seeped from her. “Please, Jade? Would you help us out tonight?”

“At the club?” I asked, surprised.

She nodded.

“I don’t—”

“Please?” Pyper pleaded.

“I’m sorry, but I’m not interested in stripping.”

“What? Oh, no. Charlie needs help tending bar, and I’m filling in for one of the waitresses. You do such an excellent job at the coffee shop. I know you’d be perfect.”

I frowned, biting my lip. “I’m really not interested in working at the strip club.” Even though I could use the extra cash, it would be rough trying to block all the energy flying around that place. And on a Friday night. I cringed.

“Oh. Well, I guess…” Pyper drank the rest of her wine and studied the room. Her lips turned up in a slow grin. “I’ll tell you what. You help me out tonight, just tending bar, and I’ll hook you up with some furniture and movers.”

“Huh? How?”

“We have a whole storage room full of old furniture downstairs. I’m sure there’s plenty there to fill this place. You said you were looking for used stuff anyway.” She shrugged. “Plus, I can get a couple of the guys to haul it up here.”

Free furniture and movers? Maybe I could suffer the energy land mine for one night. “How long do you need me?”

“Yes!” Triumph streamed off her. She knew she had me. “Three, maybe four hours.”

“All right, but I’ve never tended bar before. Don’t expect what you get at the café.”

“Don’t worry. Charlie will have plenty for you to do. Thank you very much! Come down around nine so she can catch you up to speed before it gets busy.” Pyper twirled and danced to the door. “You’re a lifesaver.”

After Pyper disappeared I searched for my phone, intending to call Ian. We’d been playing phone tag for the last two days. I still didn’t have the results from his ghost hunt. It didn’t seem to matter much, since I hadn’t seen or felt anyone since the day he’d taken the readings. I was just curious at that point. If the ghost left me alone, I was more than happy to let it be.

I dialed and waited.

He picked up on the third ring. ”Jade! Finally, we connect.”

“About time. You’re busier than me, it seems.”