Cameron has built a good life for himself despite his rough start. He can’t trust enough for romance, but he’s okay with that. He’s got good money coming in as a graphic designer and just inherited a duplex in Plymouth from his estranged grandfather, so he doesn’t have to worry about keeping a roof over his head. He likes his tenants, he has friends, and he’s content with that.<br><br>When two guys claiming to be paranormal investigators show up on his doorstep tell him the tenants contacted them about “phenomena” in the house, he knows they’re con men right away. For one thing, they claim he was the tenant. He sends them packing. It doesn’t matter that one of the con artists is the hottest guy Cameron has seen in years -- if anything, that just makes Cameron more suspicious.<br><br>Then things go wrong in the house, things he can’t shrug off or ignore. The past Cameron has worked so hard to leave behind is coming for him, and it’s angry.

Rites of Spring

Someone knocked on his door, and after a second Reid let himself in. Cameron frowned. These guys were supposed to be respecting his privacy, but here was Reid disturbing him in his studio. “What’s up?” he asked, spinning his chair to face Reid.


“I was hoping we could talk privately.” One corner of Reid’s mouth quirked up. “It wasn’t going so well when Jason was with us.”


“He’s a dick.” Cameron stood up and walked over to the window. Yeah, he’d absolutely drawn his own backyard, all right. He shook his head.


“He’s not always the gentlest soul. He’s been a good friend to me, though. It’s not easy for him. Wolves are pack animals. It’s hard for him to be away from his own kind like this.”


Of course. Jason got to invade Cameron’s house and treat him like crap, but it was Jason who needed understanding and compassion. “Maybe they’d have kept him around if he didn’t have the personality of a cactus.” Cameron squinted at the lawn.


Reid moved closer. “Did something happen last night?”


Chapter 35