Oleander House: Bay City Paranormal Investigations, Book 1

went to the door. He stepped out and I closed the door, sliding the bolt home. I leaned against it and closed my eyes.
“What is the matter with you?” I whispered.
Then I nearly jumped out of my skin as someone banged on the door. I backed away and called, “Who is it?”
“Me.” The muffled voice was male.
Heart thudding, I got out, “Me who?”
“Kit!”
I recognized the exasperation. I unbolted the door and opened it.
J.X., looking unexpectedly self-conscious, pointed to a few cabins down and said, “Look, if something does…happen. I’m right over there. Cabin six.”
“Within screaming distance,” I observed.
“Uh…yeah.”
“Thank you,” I said. “I’ll try not to take advantage of the situation. I know you need your beauty rest.”
He gave a funny laugh, shook his head and turned away.
“J.X.?” I said.
He stopped. I fastened my hand on the damp collar of his leather jacket and drew him through the doorway and back into the cabin. With my free hand I gave the door a shove. It snicked shut. J.X. reached back and locked it.