I knew he worried about not having my back, but I never was. He buried his face in my hair, his breathing even and comforting so close to my ear. Maybe I’d find the spot quicker every night if I stopped trying to cradle someone with shoulders as wide as a refrigerator. Danny turned so that he was the bigger spoon, and wrapped an arm around my waist. It hadn’t been the spot yet, but dammit, it was close. He chuckled in a way that made his shoulders shake a little, jarring me out of the cozy little nest I’d created. That bullshit only lasted a few minutes before I blurted, “So where do we stand on shower sex?” “And I hope you’re satisfied with that answer, because that’s all I got.”Īnother few moments passed while I told myself I had all the answers I needed, and I could go to sleep. I watched the dust rotate on the ceiling fan, wondering if he’d have an absolute conniption if I Swiffered the hell out of it really quick. It just seemed like he’d placed absolute faith in our relationship before I’d even given him a reason to. I didn’t know why I was pushing for an answer he might not even have. “Rain, we have work in the morning,” he said pointedly. I rolled to my side, facing him, and inched over to close the space between us. A can of peas would’ve probably done the trick.” “But if I did-and that’s a very big if-I wish I’d had something heavier in my hand. “I’m sure I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he grumped. “Last week at the grocery store? Remember that guy? The one who dared to ask me for a recommendation on coffee creamer? I must’ve been dreaming when you threatened him with a box of Honey Bunches of Oats.” But he's starting to realize his problems are just getting started.“I appreciate the sentiment. Rain thought accepting his supernatural gifts would be the solution to his troubles.

and what he'll do if Danny decides the intrusive ghosts are just too much. But Rain can't help but wonder how long that patience will last. It certainly seems like Daniel McKenna, his partner in work and life, is in it for the long haul. To complicate matters, he's not sure what these spooktacular developments mean for his relationship. So are the ghosts, who are becoming increasingly impatient. There's no instruction manual for meshing his work with his medium duties, and he's painfully aware that he's flubbing the job. He's determined to accept all the changes in his formerly well-ordered life, but that means embracing a whole lot of weird. Rain Christiansen, former FBI agent and current cold case detective, is starting to think it's the hardest job he's ever had-and the most important. No one said being a medium would be easy.

Principles of Spookology by S.E. Harmon