Principles of Spookology (The Spectral Files, #2)

by S.E. Harmon

I felt an overwhelming surge of love for him. No one cared about me like he did. No one. And I suspected no one loved me like he did either, although my mother would probably have something to say about that. Something loud. For that, I could forgive him for being the most overprotective protector that ever protected. “I love you.” He grunted. “Don't get soft on me, Christiansen.” I knew even without visual confirmation that his cheeks were probably quite pink. God, it was cute when a big, gruff guy blushed. I only wished I could be there to see it. He’d probably be sending me a stern look, daring me to comment. Challenge accepted. “Ah, I get it,” I teased. “You really love me.” “Shut your face, Moonbeam.” “That is not my middle name, and I don’t care what my mother says.”