Principles of Spookology (The Spectral Files, #2)

by S.E. Harmon

He huffed out a laugh and put the pictures back down. “I forgot to tell you that I talked to one of my snitches earlier. She had information on Luke.” I blinked at him. “You have snitches?” “You don’t?” “Of course I do,” I said quickly, wondering where I could submit a request to acquire some fucking snitches, ASAP. “I was just making sure you did.” He chuckled.

Those blue eyes crinkled at the corners in an achingly familiar way. “I love you.” Ah, how sweet. I offered him my own particular brand of romance. “Drop dead.”

“This still counts, you know.” “What does?” “I went to the guru, so you owe me sex. And don’t give me any crap about your creaky old knees, Irish.” He chuckled. “I promise to fulfill all your monstrous demands.” “Good. When we get home, you’re the new evidence clerk who didn’t log in my evidence properly, and I’m the detective who’s offering you a way to make it up to me.” “God, your sex fantasies are so weird.”