“For luck.”
Blake’s eyes went dark. “Don’t need it with you right here.”
Derek’s stomach tightened, and his heart squeezed. He grinned, took Blake’s hand in his, and wrapped their fingers together so Blake could feel it. Derek drew in a deep breath, released it slowly, and leaned into Blake’s space so he could rest his forehead against Blake’s temple. Blake closed his eyes, and his whole body relaxed.
“I’m right here,” Derek murmured. “I got you. You’re doing the hard stuff. You know where you’re going?”
“Yes,” Blake whispered. “The granddaughter’s house. Vera liked it there.”
“Good choice.” Derek kept his voice low. He reveled in the ritual that helped get Blake into the right headspace. Derek believed that was another reason Blake found ghostwalking so easy these days. They connected on a deep level, and together they were the best team in the Duncan Moor division—perhaps in the whole tristate area.