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were right. It didn’t make any sense for them to drive back and forth to Mobile when we’re staying not five miles from the fort.”
Bo nodded. “Thank you for being so understanding. I promise I won’t let their investigation interfere with our time together.”
Sam wasn’t sure he believed Bo’s promise, but what choice did he have? Bo believed it, Sam was certain of that. He would just have to trust his lover and hope for the best.
Slipping his hand up to cup the back of Bo’s head, Sam tilted Bo’s head for a kiss. “Come on. I’ll wash you off.”
They headed for the bathroom with their arms around each other. Sam nuzzled Bo’s hair and tried not to think of what the next day might bring.
Chapter Three
    Sam wasn’t sure whose idea it had been to take the road to Fort Medina for their morning run. He thought maybe Bo had first brought it up, pointing out that the road was more heavily shaded in that direction. At seven a.m. the day had already promised to be fine and hot, so running in the shade sounded like a good plan.
    However, Sam himself was the one who’d suggested taking a look at the fort as long as they were headed in that direction. Bo had eagerly agreed, and now here they stood, the locked gate in front of them and a stretch of deserted road and pine forest behind them, staring across the empty parking lot at the entrance to the old brick structure.
    “Dean was right,” Sam said, hooking his fingers in the chainlink fence. “It looks spooky, even in daylight.”
“Yeah. I wonder what it must be like at night, with no one here and everything pitch dark?” Bo grinned, eyes sparkling. “It would be fun to come out with the group tonight, just for a little while.”
Sam shot Bo a stern look. “No. You promised.”
“I promised not to get involved in the investigation.” Bo shrugged, his gaze fixed on the fort’s arched entryway. “I was just thinking it would be interesting to see the place at night, that’s all. We certainly don’t have to.”
“Damn right we don’t.” Turning away from Bo’s wistful expression, Sam studied the high walls of weathered brick.
    It really is a cool place , the insatiably curious investigator in his brain prodded. So much history here. So much to see, and to learn. What sorts of ghosts must haunt this place? Don’t you want to find out?
    Sam scowled, irritated with himself. The rest of the team would gladly fill Bo and himself in on what they found during the investigation. Why, Sam wondered, couldn’t his adventurous streak just calm the fuck down and leave him alone?
    Bo’s hand cupped his ass and squeezed, bringing him out of his thoughts. “Come on, Sam. Let’s head back. I’ll fix omelets for breakfast.”
    “Okay.” Snaking an arm around Bo’s waist, Sam pulled him close for a quick, sweat-tinged kiss. “I love you.”
    Laughing, Bo kissed Sam again and nuzzled his cheek. “I love you too. Now come on. We have a lot of swimming and lying in the sun to do, and we’re falling behind schedule.”
    Sam shook his head as they drew apart. “You and your schedules.”
“What can I say, I’m anal like that.”
“You’re anal lots of ways.”
Bo arched an eyebrow at him and started jogging back down the road without another word. With one last glance over his shoulder at the fort, Sam followed. Soon enough the fence and the parking lot were out of sight behind them.
    “Did you bring the thermal-imaging camera?” “Yes, Dean’s got it.”
“What about the new power cable for the laptop?
    You know the old one won’t stay plugged in anymore.” “It’s with the laptop.”
“Well what about—?”
“Okay, stop it.” Setting the bag full of flashlights and
    extra batteries in the back of the SUV, Andre turned and aimed a glare at Bo, who stood behind him. “We have everything we need, Bo. We didn’t forget anything, and believe it or not we know what to do without you instructing us every step of the way.”
    It was eight forty-five,