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down to having to rebind him to the photo or another object, you’ll have to do it.”
    A loud ringing sounded in Dylan’s head as Avery’s words seemed to echo through the parlor. He glanced around the room before settling on his brother. “Me? What are you talking about? I’m not a ghost hunter; you are. I wouldn’t know the first thing about binding a spirit. Shit, I’m not sure I even believe any of this is real, though I have to admit…it’s harder than hell to dismiss all of it.”
    “Believe me. This wouldn’t be my first choice, but there’s not much Temperance and I can do. Although if it makes you feel any better, you won’t be alone.” He glanced at Annie. “Annie’s just as much a part of this as you are.” He held up his hand when she gasped. “You both broke the frame, that means you’re both responsible. It also means you’ll have to figure this out—together.”
    Dylan cursed under his breath, pacing away as he fisted his hands at his side. How the hell had a simple prank turned into something this messed up? Ghosts! His brother wanted him, the resident skeptic, to hunt down a spirit and send it packing. And if that wasn’t bad enough, he was going to have to do it with Annie at his side. The same woman whose presence seemed to override every logical thought in his body and made him wish for something more—something far crazier than believing in ghosts. Something dangerously intimate.
    Annie cleared her throat, easing out of his jacket as she walked over to him. “Look. I know this wasn’t part of your plan. But despite my doubts, I can’t argue with what I’ve seen. I’ll find a way to send this…ghost back. I’m sure it’ll be fine as long as one of us does it.”
    Avery stepped forward, but Dylan held up his hand, grabbing his coat from Annie’s outstretched hand and wrapping it around her again. Her breath rasped through her teeth as she tried to push him away, but he stilled her by pulling her flush to his body. Her hands landed on his chest, her fingers palming him through his shirt.
    He gazed down at her, praying he didn’t look as raw as he felt. “This isn’t about spending time with you.”
    She arched a brow in challenge. “Isn’t it?”
    “Honey, if you could read my thoughts, I assure you that you’d be more afraid of what I’m really thinking about than the ghost. But just the same, I have a bad feeling sending this creep back isn’t going to be without risks.”
    She pushed her chest harder against his, holding her head high. “I can handle myself just fine, as I’m sure your groin can attest to.”
    “If my groin was our only concern, I’d agree. But a knee to the balls isn’t going to work with this guy, if Avery’s right.” He cut a look to his brother. “And while I hate to admit it, he’s rarely wrong. As in never.” He held up his hand, pointing at Avery. “Don’t even think about commenting, Av, or I swear Temperance will be piecing your balls back together.”
    “Wouldn’t dream of it, big brother.”
    Dylan released a heavy breath. “Okay. We’re in. What’s the next step?”
    “You and Annie go somewhere safe for the night while my Temperance and I see if we can find additional clues in here. Maybe you can use your contacts at the station to see if you can track down more information about that guy in the picture or get some leads from that strand of hair.”
    Dylan scowled at him. “We’ve already established that the picture has to be close to a hundred years old. At this point, the best I could hope for is to get some insight into the kind of paper this is…and I hate to break it to you, but DNA coding didn’t exist back then.” He paused. “But I could have forensics test for trace chemicals. We might be able to narrow down where our guy spent most of his time based on what’s present on the strand. Though after all these years, it’s a long shot at best.”
    “Then it’s settled.” Avery nodded at Temperance.