Free Good Will Ghost Hunting: Hell's Bells [Good Will Ghost Hunting 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Tymber Dalton Page A

let Kal tease him about it because she was Kal, but he’d never honestly given consideration or weight to her opinion on the matter.
    He arrived fifteen minutes early and rang Jeff’s doorbell. He had thought about stopping by to see Will and Kal, then decided against it. They were probably busy in bed, knowing those two.
    Jeff opened his door and smiled. “Wow, you look nice!”
    Aidan felt the flush in his face. “Yeah?”
    Jeff nodded. “Yeah. That shirt looks good with your eyes.”
    Okay, he could easily settle for letting Jeff dress him, he obviously had the talent for it. “Thanks.” He leaned in and kissed Jeff and felt his nervous stomach settle. Aidan closed his eyes and savored the sensation. No one had ever made him feel like this before.
    “But do you like it, Aid?” Jeff asked when Aidan finally, reluctantly, ended their kiss.
    “Like what?”
    Jeff touched Aidan’s shirt. “I mean, you won’t hurt my feelings if you don’t. I don’t want you to totally change how you dress. It’s…” He shrugged. “Yeah, this’ll sound dumb. I like your wild shirts, but I really like seeing you like this sometimes.”
    “Beats a little black dress, huh?”
    Jeff burst out laughing. “Um, yeah. No, please don’t ever show up in a little black dress, dude. You don’t have the legs for it.”
    Aidan drove them across the bay to St. Pete Beach, to a restaurant on the Intracoastal. He rested his hand between the seats as he drove and was pleasantly surprised when Jeff laced his fingers through his.
    Aidan squeezed.
    Jeff squeezed back.
    Aidan glanced at him and smiled, his heart flipping at the sight of Jeff’s pleased, playful grin.
    He could easily get used to this.
     
    * * * *
     
    Bera watched from her table across the restaurant. She’d made sure to get one away from the bathrooms, because she didn’t want to risk Aidan passing her table. The two men talked, laughed, and made nauseatingly cute moonie eyes at each other across the table.
    If she wasn’t mistaken, Aidan hadn’t claimed the guy yet. Not even fucked him, probably. Not from the way Aidan was acting.
    Hmm, that could work to my advantage.
    Definitely weren’t soul mates yet, that much was obvious. Thank the gods for that small favor.
    Well, if she nailed Aidan, maybe her kid would be a little on the dorky side, but that didn’t matter. Bloodline was key, not brains or even whether he was queer or not. She’d be hiring a nanny anyway. It’s not like she’d have to take an active role in its childhood once her part in the initial incubation was done. All she needed was a line heir. Nothing in the unwritten rules said she had to be the one to raise it.
    Bera ordered another drink and watched the two men.
     
    * * * *
     
    Aidan didn’t pay the slightest bit of attention to the clock. All he cared about was staring into Jeff’s eyes. He had to fight the urge to tell the waitress to leave them the home alone until he remembered they were at a restaurant. It was her job, after all.
    The evening ended far too soon. They both had to work the next day. As much as Aidan didn’t want to take Jeff home, he knew that for tonight it was the right thing to do.
    At Jeff’s front door, Aidan leaned in and kissed him. He closed his eyes and savored every second, the other man’s taste, the feel of his warm body pressed against his, and he fought the urge to…
    Aidan stepped back, gasping. “I should probably go.”
    Jeff smiled. “Don’t you want to come in for a little while?”
    “No… I mean, yeah, I do.” He laughed. “If I do come in, it won’t be for just a little while.”
    Jeff closed the gap between them. “I’d be okay with that.”
    Aidan gulped and fought the urge to push Jeff inside his condo and follow him to his bedroom. “Man, I want this to be right. I want to do the right thing.”
    “Who says we’re not?”
    “You ain’t making this easy on me.”
    “I was hoping to make it hard.”
    Aidan started to reply,