Read Broken Heart 05 Over My Dead Body for Free Online

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    I knelt next to the post. It was cracked and both sides of the fissure were scorched. “Did you check the nearby posts?” I asked. “Are they the same?”
    Damian shook his head. “Just this one.” He glanced at Doc. “The damage does appear . . . strange.”
    Yeah. Like something had zapped it. I leaned down and peered at the bottom, then followed the jagged line to the top. The damage originated there. I displayed the piece Doc had given me. “Was this on or off?”
    “Off,” said Damian. “About two feet away.”
    The piece had once been part of the hinged lid. I looked inside the chamber; überelectronics should’ve glowed green. The rest of the components were also charred. Whatever had happened, it toasted the whole thing.
    The Invisi-shield was designed to operate even if some of the posts went down. Brady said it could function at 75 percent capacity, but only for a few hours. The plan was to fortify each post with additional techno-security and Wiccan protection spells. But every single post had to work to get the system up and running. None of the extra protection measures could be put into place until they were all operational.
    I looked inside the damaged cylinder again. I didn’t really know what I was looking for—inspiration, I guess. Then I saw a speck of light at the bottom. I heard a faint buzzing noise.
    Vamp vision was great, but I couldn’t make out what was causing the yellowish light or the faint sounds. “Let’s get it out of the ground and get it to the shop. We’ll have to put a new post here.” Although all the poles were ready to install, and yes, I’d made some extras, I still needed to figure out what had killed this one. We needed to make sure it wouldn’t happen again.
    I stood up and walked to Brady, who had stayed by the bike. His gaze made my pulse stutter (and hell, I’m dead). He took my hand and kissed my knuckles.
    “Brady,” I said, both pleased and embarrassed. “What are you doing?”
    “Keeping a rein on my self-control,” he said. “Do you know how sexy you looked . . . um, examining that post?”
    “If you make a joke about me examining your post, I’m going to punch you.”
    He grinned. “I would never say such a thing.” He leaned close and his lips grazed my earlobe. “Unfortunately, I’m a guy, so I can’t help but think it.”
    I laughed. God, he was incorrigible. He let go of my hand. Then he turned and picked up my helmet, handing it to me. “Hey, Damian, can you make sure the post gets to Simone’s workshop?”
    “Yeah,” said Damian. “You coming back?”
    “If you were with the most beautiful girl in the world,” said Brady. “Would you come back?”
    “Brady!” What had gotten into the man? He never really smiled, rarely joked, and wasn’t the talkative type. Now he was flirting with me, bragging about me to his friends, and acting all . . . happy. It was really freaking me out. In a good way. No, a bad way. Okay, a bad-good way.
    Crap.
    I put on the helmet and climbed onto the bike, wrapping my arms around Brady. He revved Spock (showoff), and the Vulcan roared as we took off. I yelped, then laughed and held on for my undead life as we sped across the field and back onto the road toward town.
    Brady parked on the driveway, but he stayed on the bike as I wiggled off. I removed the helmet and shook out my hair. Then I extended it toward him. He lifted his visor.
    “Keep it,” he said. “For next time.”
    I clutched the helmet and stopped short of yelling, “Woo-hoo!” Instead, I smiled and said, “Okay.”
    “We’re still on for tomorrow night?” he asked.
    “It’s Sunday,” I said.
    He tilted his head.
    “I spend all day with the fam. Gran cooks a big dinner and then we play Yahtzee. I try to work on little jobs around the house. Gran usually has a long to-do list for me.” I nibbled on my lower lip, feeling nervous. “So . . . um, can you come around nine?”
    “Sounds like the perfect