The Ghost Shrink, The Accidental Gigolo & The Poltergeist Accountant: A Tickle My Fantasy story by Vivi Andrews

Author:Vivi Andrews [Andrews, Vivi]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Romance
ISBN: 9781605043913
Publisher: Samhain Publishing, Ltd.
Published: 2009-02-17T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven: The Warehouse of Death and Taxes

Being inside the warehouse sounded like being inside the world’s largest popcorn popper. Gunfire ricocheted and echoed in a nonstop patter of deadly explosions.

“This doesn’t seem smart, Lucy.”

“Shut up, Eliot.” Lucy ran with her head down and ducked behind a crate. She could see Jake’s legs sticking out from behind a crate in front of her. He was sprawled out on his stomach and she couldn’t tell if he was bleeding—she couldn’t see his torso at all, but she was sure it was him. There was no mistaking that ass.

Running into a firefight was stupid on more levels than she could count, but she needed to get to Jake—although by this point, he’d probably already figured out that the warehouse was used for more than just file storage. Still, if there was anything she could do to help, she was going to do it. She liked Jake and wasn’t about to give up the opportunity to use him as her own personal gigolo once they were no longer being bombarded with bullets on all sides.

During a lull in the gunfire, Lucy launched herself from behind her crate, dashing toward Jake’s legs. She skidded to a stop against the crate he was bent around, tucking herself out of the line of fire.

“Lucy! What the hell are you doing here?” Jake snapped, rolling behind the crate to sit beside her as he slid the clip out of his gun and jammed another one home.

“See? He’s still alive. Can we go now?”

“Shut up, Eliot!”

“Go draw their fire or something,” Jake growled.

The ghost hmphed and drifted away.

As soon as he was gone, Jake turned to Lucy. “Are you hit anywhere?” His eyes raked over her. “How did you get in here? Are the cops outside? Why did they send you in? Jesus, Lucy, what were you thinking?”

Lucy blinked at him, her brain suddenly rebooting after the half an hour of thoughtless panic that had brought her rushing to his aid. “The cops. That would have been smart. Damn.”

Jake closed his eyes. “You didn’t bring reinforcements.” He groaned. “I’m down to my last clip, and you show up with no help other than the damned ghost who got us into this in the first place. How could you put yourself in danger like that?”

“I wasn’t thinking,” Lucy admitted. “I was worried about you.”

“I’m touched. Next time you’re worried, maybe you can bring me an AK-47 or two.”

“I’ll try to keep that in mind.”

Another volley of gunfire exploded around them, deafening them for a few minutes as they cowered together in the dubious shelter of the crate. When she could hear him again, Jake was swearing fluently.

“If that ghost wasn’t dead already, I’d kill him myself.”

“In Eliot’s defense, he doesn’t really see death quite the same way we do.”

“He sent me walking blind into fucking Fort Knox, Luce. I can’t believe I was so stupid. I thought ghosts couldn’t lie.”

“I think that’s demons. Ghosts are the imprint a person

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