Chapter 10

No. It wasn’t the time or place to think about attraction—not that Jameson would ever have a chance. Avery was grieving, and more than that, there was no way Avery would give a tall, skinny kid the time of day. Avery had experienced the bond, and Jameson didn’t even have the anchor gene. He didn’t have a chance.

Jameson shook his head to clear it and focused on his notes. He cleared his throat. “You said that finding the right case was a combination of trusting your gut and talking things out with your anchor.”

It wasn’t a question exactly, but Avery nodded. “That’s correct.”

“Ghostwalkers really talk to their anchors about that? I mean, they really discuss cases? Listen to their anchor’s opinions?”

Avery studied him and narrowed his eyes as he scrutinized Jameson.

“Well,” he said slowly. “Each ghostwalker and anchor are different, of course. Some find too much talking disrupts their focus. But on the whole, yes. Absolutely. Why do you ask?”