The Awakening: A Sisterhood of Spirits Novel by Yvonne Heidt Read Free Book Online Page B

leaving Jordan standing in the middle of the street with the nuts.
    Sunny put away her phone and introduced Shade and Tiffany before holding out her hand. “Sunny Skye.”
    Jordan carefully kept her expression blank and thought it couldn’t be the name on the woman’s birth certificate.
    “Yes, it is,” said Tiffany. “Her mother’s name is Aura. Her grandmother was—”
    Shade popped in. “—Star.”
    Sunny shushed them. “I’m sure that Officer Lawson here doesn’t need my pedigree.” Her hand still hung in the air.
    That was creepy. Did the one called Tiffany just read her mind? Jordan finally shook Sunny’s hand, and startled at the contact. Tiny shocks traveled up her arm, catching her pulse. She felt her heart skip a beat right before a fire began burning in her belly. She immediately let go of Sunny’s hand and felt drunk, like she’d been in a bar for hours instead of on duty. She couldn’t stop staring at her. Creamy white skin glowed under the yellow light, almost blurring the freckles sprinkled across her nose. She looked into Caribbean blue eyes. No, wait—not blue, green. Sunny’s eyes were two different colors, and the otherworldly sight caught her and pulled her under, nearly taking her breath away.
    She had to leave. “Okay, sorry about the misunderstanding. Um, be careful.” She felt lame before she even finished the sentence. Careful of what? Ghosts that didn’t exist?
    “See you around, Officer.” Shade stood with her arms crossed, her look challenging.
    Jordan snapped on her seat belt and pulled away. What the hell was that? Was the granola girl some kind of witch who’d put a spell on her? Not that she believed in witches either, of course. What was it with the people in this town? First her dorky neighbor, then the landlady, now ghost hunters?
    An image of Sunny’s face fixed in the reflection of her windshield, and Jordan felt a lustful burn between her thighs an instant before the truck cab filled with the scent of summer flowers. She slammed on her brakes. What the hell was going on? She closed her eyes, and when she opened them, the vision was gone.
    She opened the windows and let the night air blow out the strange floral scent. Her head cleared and she felt a bit better, though she was still unsettled.
     
    *
     
    Sunny watched the truck pull away and turn the corner.
    “Uh-oh,” Tiffany said.
    “What?” asked Sunny.
    “I saw that little exchange right there. You both lit up like little Christmas trees.”
    “If you like tight-assed authority figures. Can we get back to work now?” Shade walked to the house without waiting for an answer.
    After following Tiffany inside, Sunny locked the door behind them. “Wow. Mrs. Barbieri wasn’t kidding, was she? I didn’t feel this when I walked through with her earlier.”
    Her shoulder tingled. It was a telltale sign she was being watched. “I know you’re here.” She waited for other to communicate with her, but the only image in her mind was the police officer who just left. She gave herself a mental shake and focused on the job at hand. “Ready?” They picked up their equipment, turned out the overhead lights, and headed to the area where Mrs. Barbieri had stated the most paranormal activity occurred.
    “Barbieri investigation, master bedroom. Shade, Tiffany, and myself, twelve oh one a.m.” Sunny paused while they each took a different position. “Readings?”
    “Temp seventy-two degrees. Electromagnetic holding at a point one.” Tiffany’s voice came from near the bed.
    “Good. Anyone getting any indications other than something that would show on the electronics?”
    “Wild monkey sex, but it’s the clients.”
    Shade laughed, “God, Tiff. They’re in their sixties.”
    Sunny reined back her amusement. “Working here, guys.”
    “I’m sorry,” Tiffany said. “It’s very strong energy. Here. Switch places with me.”
    “I can cut it out of the recording,” Shade said.
    “Okay. The client stated