had money, a lot of it, but most of it had been lost in a bad economy and a Ponzi scheme, leaving Charlotte with no nest egg to speak of. Sheâd had to get a job to pay her bills instead of relying on Mom and Dad, so sheâd jumped at the chance to make a living using her empathic ability.
The poor girl still didnât know the value of a dollar. Emma had taken her under her wing and shown her the ropes of bargain hunting. Or sheâd tried to, anyway. When you were born into money, it was difficult to make the transition to clipping coupons.
At least she was gorgeous. And she was dating a man who was crazy about her. Charlotte and Stephen had recently moved in together, actually. Sheâd be fine. Emma just worried about the people she cared about.
Charlotte had been put in charge of sorting through unsolved cases and she had a stack of file folders on her desk. Emma had glanced through them earlier. One was a known thorn in PARAâs side, an allegedly haunted hotel on the other side of Mystic Ridge. For years, agents had been unsuccessful at exorcising the ghost from the locationâeven proving there was even a ghost in residence seemed impossible.
If Emma messed up on any more assignments, sheâd be demoted into working side by side with Charlotte on those cold cases. She wasnât quite as fond of dusty and impossible-to-solve riddles as Charlotte seemed to be.
Agency manager Patrick McKay moved slowly toward her. Tall and attractive with a bright gold wedding ring on his left hand to show heâd recently returned from hishoneymoon, he used a cane to walk these days as part of his recovery from a spinal injury. Otherwise he looked like someone who might climb mountains in his spare time.
âAny luck locating the bottle, Emma?â he asked.
She just shook her head, trying to ignore her feelings of guilt over her failure.
His lips thinned and his gaze grew concerned. âEverything okay, Emma? Itâs not like you to forget something so important.â
âIâm fine. And Iâ Iâm sorry, Patrick. I donât know what happened.â
âXavier Franklin hit on her and it messed her up,â Charlotte offered bluntly. âShe shouldnât have been sent to that dirty old manâs home all by herself. Sheâs lucky she got out of there at all.â
Patrickâs brows drew together. âIs that true?â
Emma tensed. âYes, but I donât want to make a big deal over it.â
âFranklin is a known womanizer, but I hoped his age might prohibit him from bothering my agents. Seems like I was wrong. Iâm sorry you had to deal with that. And Charlotteâs right. You need a partner to prevent situations like this happening in the future. Youâll be able to do more field assignments than you have the last few months. Iâm sure youâre sick of being stuck at your desk so much lately.â
âButââ
He raised an eyebrow. âYes?â
Her shoulders sank. âThatâs fine. Thanks.â
He watched her for a moment. âYouâre sure everythingâs fine, Emma? I sense that youâre troubled.â
Empaths. They were dangerous to be around. Especially really gifted ones like Patrick.
âIâm fine,â she said firmly.
âIf you say so.â
âI do.â
She was. She was fine. And she held on to that thought for the rest of the day until it was time to go home. She had a date tonight and the least she could do would be to show up for it even though all she really wanted to do was go home and crawl into her bed.
But forgetting that potion bottle was unforgivable and unprofessional. It bothered her.
Emma exited the PARA head office and headed toward her car in the parking lotâa blue Toyota Camry that had been in the shop yesterday, which was why sheâd had to take the bus to New York. She pushed her key into the lock, but then stopped. A shiver went through her