Avery Wagner quit ghostwalking when he lost his beloved anchor to cancer. Now teaching others who have the ability, he’s beginning to live again -- but he’s not looking for another lover, not now, maybe not ever.<br><br>But then he meets Jameson ... younger, talented, dedicated, almost perfect, even though his mouth sometimes opens ahead of his brain. And Jameson wants Avery desperately, though he’ll settle for friendship if he can’t have more.<br><br>When an emergency demands they work together in the field, Avery discovers just how perfect Jameson is. But he had a perfect love once before, and he’s scared to even consider that he might have a chance at another. Can he trust Jameson with his newly healing heart?

Somebody to Die For

“Pain meds?” Jameson asked, and when Tyler nodded, Jameson turned to the little kit Tyler had brought up with him. He opened it and found several premeasured syringes, alcohol pads, and a bottle of pills. “Shot or pill? How bad is the pain?”


Tyler closed his eyes for a moment. “Shot.”


Okay. Jameson took a steadying breath. He could do it. He haddone it. He’d watched dozens of pairs ghostwalk during his training, and he assisted anchors as they cared for their ghostwalkers. It might feel different when he was the one doing the caretaking, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t capable.


He clenched his fists for a second to get the shaking under control. Then he ripped open an alcohol pad and carefully swabbed Tyler’s upper arm. Then he chose a syringe, clenched the cap with his teeth to pull it off, and pointed the needle at Tyler’s arm. He stopped short before putting the needle in.


Chapter 16