Roughing the Passer by Jami Davenport

Author:Jami Davenport [Davenport, Jami]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Boroughs Publishing Group
Published: 2014-11-25T07:00:00+00:00

Tyler’s brain did flashback to his younger self, cuddled in his father’s lap listening to him read a story. He could smell his father’s unique smell, something like Dial soap and wood smoke from the fires he loved to build on cold nights in their massive stone fireplace. He could hear the deep timbre of his voice, feel his strong arms around him.

Shit.

Battling those fond, yet painful memories, Tyler gritted his teeth and adopted his best indifferent expression. “Only my dad ever called me that. T. J. for Tyler Jackson Harris.”

You could’ve heard a pin drop in an empty football stadium. In the stifling silence permeating the room, the ghost radio spit out static and the occasional identifiable word.

Zan cleared her throat and clutched her hands together. She refused to meet Tyler’s hard gaze. “Your father is in the room.” Even Zan seemed a little disconcerted.

“I thought you retired your psychic abilities?” Tyler gritted his teeth. He didn’t need this bullshit. The women were trying to drive the guys out. What better way to do it than to insinuate this mansion might be haunted by the ghost of his father? Tyler shook off the peculiar emotions invading his senses and steeled himself against an overwhelming feeling of loss, the huge hole left in his heart after his father’s untimely death.

“Some things can’t be ignored.” Zan spoke calmly, but nothing calmed the storm raging inside Tyler, waves of pain he’d suppressed for years drowned out the numbness, and left him wondering which was worse: apathy or personal turmoil. Zan motioned everyone to sit down.

Derek glanced at Tyler, asking silent permission for them to continue. If Tyler said no, he was pretty damn sure his posse would kick these people out on their skinny asses. Tyler nodded tersely. “It’s all bullshit but go ahead. Get your jollies. You’re not driving us out of this mansion until we’re ready.”

Everyone settled back, except Tyler, who stood with fists clenched at his sides and his jaw locked. Even Zach sat on the nearby barstool, at a loss for words. Tyler grabbed another beer and guzzled it, still unable to get a good buzz going.

A touch on his arm startled him. He’d been so focused on faking indifference, he hadn’t even noticed Lavender leave her seat to stand beside him.

“Are you okay?” Her whispered voice comforted him. The gentle hand on his arm calmed his racing heart. He started to lean into her to draw strength from her quiet confidence.

“I’m fine. It’s all a trick anyway.” His whispered voice cracked and betrayed him.

“What is your father’s name?” Zan adjusted dials on the scanner.

“Jason Harris.” Tyler ground his teeth together until his jaw ached.

“Jason, can you hear us?”

The machine ran through its frequencies until what sounded like a garbled yes came through.

The air in the room weighed Tyler down, lodged in his throat, and made it difficult to breathe.

“Your son is here. Do you have a message for him?”

Phhh phhh pphhh phhh phhh. The garbled noise didn’t sound like anything to Tyler, yet he strained to listen.

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