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She’d tried to distract herself with a casual inspection of the contents of his Jeep, but it only added to the mystery, and she found herself staring at him again, trying to puzzle out the man beneath the facade.
    His eyes shifted toward her, one half of his mouth lifting into a grin. “Something on your mind, Annie?”
    His gravelly voice sent fingers of awareness shooting down her spine, making her stomach flutter with desire. Though she’d had a few lovers in her time, she’d never reacted with such primal need before, and she found the revelation unnerving.
    She forced herself to swallow, not wanting him to sense her growing attraction. “Just wondering if you were planning on having us travel the entire way in an uncomfortable silence, or if you’d consider turning on the radio as an acceptable buffer.”
    Dylan sighed, running one hand through his hair, tousling the long strands about his head. “Sorry. I broke the damn thing a week ago. Been meaning to get it fixed, but…” He turned to look at her this time, those blue eyes studying her as if he saw something more than he had just moments before. “Why don’t you tell me more about yourself?”
    She chuckled. “I’m afraid there’s not much to tell. I’m not nearly as exciting as my sister.”
    “Why? Because you don’t hunt ghosts? That’s a plus in my books.” He gave her a stunning smile. “If you don’t read minds, either, you’ll have Avery beat, as well.”
    “I don’t read minds.”
    He nodded. “So what do you do since you’re obviously not out hunting ghosts and reading people’s palms? And why were you at that house if you’re not involved in your sister’s line of work?”
    “I went because I wanted to get a better understanding of what they do. Try to get a handle on the whole ghost thing.”
    He glanced at her again. “So what she said was true. You don’t believe in ghosts.”
    “I didn’t used to. Now…”
    He nodded then focused on the road as if it held the answers to all the questions she could see crinkling his brow. “But you’re considering otherwise.”
    “Aren’t you?”
    He shrugged. “I’ll admit. It’s harder than hell to make sense of, but…” He pounded a fist on the steering wheel. “Honestly, I don’t know. It sure looked real.” He sighed. “So you never answered my question? What exactly do you do when you’re not parading around in only a bra?”
    She looked away when his gaze slid down her body, pausing at the upper swell of her breasts peeking out between the open sides of his jacket. She’d forgotten to grab Avery’s shirt in the rush to beat the storm, relying on Dylan’s jacket to keep her warm until she got home.
    She took a deep breath, meeting his gaze. “I have a PhD in behavioral psychology. I work out of my own clinic and do guest lectures at Berkeley.”
    His eyes widened for a moment before he laughed. “PhD in psychology, huh? Figures. Damn, I must have the worst luck ever.”
    She huffed. “What’s wrong with what I do?”
    “Nothing, though it does mean you lied to me.”
    A frown tugged at the corners of her mouth. “I never lied to you.”
    “You said you didn’t read minds.”
    “I don’t!”
    He shot her a heated glance. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but you get inside people’s heads. That’s basically the same thing.”
    “I don’t get inside someone’s head. I make educated deductions based on what they tell me. That’s completely different.”
    He turned to stare at her as he stopped for a red light. “If you only went on what your patients told you, you wouldn’t get that far.”
    “Okay, so maybe I observe behavior, as well. It’s still not the same as reading someone’s mind.”
    He snorted. “Observe. That’s shrink talk for pry. Face it. You get inside their head and pick it apart.”
    Annie crossed her arms on her chest. “What’s wrong, tough guy? Afraid I’ll pick your head apart?”
    Something flashed in his eyes, but he