Free Unsettled Graves: A Crossroads of Kings Mill Novel (The Crossroads of Kings Mill Book 3) by Loni Lynne Page B

his front door was empty. Taking a glance over the wooden railing there was no way the kid could have jumped three stories. He would have killed himself at this height. Trying his door, it was locked. Just like he left it this morning and every morning. Where the hell had the kid gone? It was like he just disappeared…ah, no…he was not even going there…Tonya had seen him so… goddamnit ! This wasn’t happening to him. He was not going to start believing in ghosts!
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                  His doorbell rang at seven o’clock in the morning. Camden had set his alarm for eight-thirty. Kenneth wasn’t picking him up until ten. Who the hell was waking him up at this ungodly hour? The doorbell rang again and again in consecutive, impatient rings. “Keep your pants on! I’m coming.”             
                  He opened the door without even looking. Heck, he wasn’t even awake yet, much less gave a rat’s ass who was at his door. Tonya stood there in the same clothes she’d worn yesterday. Her hair was mussed and the dark shadows under her eyes stated she hadn’t been to sleep.
                  “Can I come in?” she asked weakly.
                  He didn’t know what to say. She’d ran off leaving him at the restaurant last night without a word or explanation.
                  “Sure.” He opened the door for her to enter and realized he was wearing only a pair of boxers. When she noticed, her cheeks turned pink, the only color in her face besides the yellow-grey hollows under her eyes. “Uh, let me go put some clothes on. Make yourself at home.”
                  When he came back out wearing jeans and t-shirt, she was staring out through the opened slats of his glass patio door at the early morning.
                  “What’s got you here so early on a Saturday morning?”
                  “Vickie has a job for us. We’re taking Jared to get some clothes and groomed before we sequester ourselves in the archives database at the historical society.”
                  “Can’t. Working with Kenneth today.” Camden felt like gloating because he didn’t want to really be around Tonya and all the paranormal bullshit today. He’d had enough of it yesterday to last him a lifetime. At least with Kenneth Miles, he’d be around normal people.
                  “April talked with him last night, told him she needed you for a special project. He hasn’t called you yet?”
                  Camden walked to his cell phone charging on the kitchen counter. There were three messages. Two from Tonya and one from…Kenneth Miles saying he would catch up with him later. Ah, hell.
                  “Why do you need me? He’s your ghost.”
                  “He’s from the 1800s. The things he needs are guy things—you know, haircut, shave, clothes… guy stuff . Jared wouldn’t take kindly to a woman taking care of him like that. It just wasn’t done back then.”
                  Sighing, Camden raked a hand through his hair. “Fine. Let me get some shoes on. And I’m making you stop for coffee…you owe me, sister.” He disappeared into his bedroom for his Reeboks, came back out, and sat on the arm of the couch to put his shoes on. “Speaking of which, what happened to you last night? You saw the kid…”
                  “You do know he’s a ghost, right?” Tonya breathed out spontaneously.
                  He paused in putting on his right shoe, “Yeah…I kind of figured that after he ran from me and disappeared. He likes to do that.”
                  “You’ve seen him before?”
                  “Ever since my first day working at Kings Mill Historical Society. I think you all have jinxed me.”
                  Tonya’s shoulders slumped as she sat heavily in the