Holiday Mates: Supernatural Enforcers Agency Short Stories by E A Price Page A

shifters was to say that ice cream was somewhat tasty.
    “They think the husband killed her and hid the body, hoping to make it look like a kidnapping.  But they don’t have any evidence.”
    “Ridiculous!” snarled Shannon, followed by a multitude of colorful curse words.
    “Shannon doesn’t agree with that theory,” said Erin, dully.
    “He worshipped the ground I walked on!” she howled, attempting and failing to pick up their blender and throw it across the room.
    “So, not much to go on?”
    Gunner rubbed her ankles.  “No, and any evidence will be long gone by now.”
    Erin tapped a finger against her chin, trying to block out the ghost throwing a hissy fit in her kitchen.  “Maybe if I went back to the house I could get a vision.  If I touched some of her things…”
    Shannon stopped.  “Excellent idea, let’s go now.  You drive.”
    Gunner’s hands stilled.  “No.”
    “But…”
    “No, Erin.  If you were going to have a vision, you would have when you were there yesterday.  Don’t push yourself.”
    He looked downright fierce, but she could sense his worry through the bond.  Her visions freaked him out.  There was just something about her turning zombie (his words) that bothered him.  He worried she’d do it when he wasn’t around and would actually get hurt.  She regretted telling him about the time she snapped out of one of her visions to find herself holding a knife in the middle of her kitchen.  It was nothing - she was probably just trying to chop tomatoes or something.
    “But, Shannon…”
    “Yeah, me,” pouted the spook.
    Gunner gave her a hard look.  “I’d rather put up with Shannon the aggravating ghost than risk my mate or cubs.”
    Erin slumped in her chair.  Yeah, she couldn’t argue with that.  Her safety was one thing, but if anything happened to the babies… no, she couldn’t bear it.  She nodded in agreement and wiggled her toes, trying to get him to restart the massage.
    A tiny bit of tension left him, and he did.  Shannon resumed her hissy fit, but Erin barely noticed.
    “So why do they think Shannon’s husband killed her?” she asked gently.
    Gunner gave her a wary look but shrugged.  “Shannon has a trust fund that he can continue to collect on her behalf if she’s missing.  But if she died, or if they divorced, he’d get nothing.”
    Shannon stopped and nodded.  “That’s true.  But Mike makes his own money.  The trust was never a huge amount of money, and he was always happy for me to give my money away to the animal shelter.”
    “And they were arguing a lot before she went missing,” continued Gunner.  “They suspect he was having an affair with his assistant.”
    “Ugh!” exclaimed the peeved ghost.  “Mike wanted kids, and I didn’t – that’s what we were arguing about.  And that slutbag hussy Shelly wishes she could get into my hubby’s tidy whities.”
    “Shannon doesn’t believe her husband could have done it,” murmured Erin.
    A touch of sympathy passed through their bond.  “She wouldn’t be the first wife to be blindsided.  Raf’s going to get me copies of the reports.  I’ll keep looking.”
    “He damn well better,” sniped Shannon.  “I’ve been waiting far too long for my justice.”
    “She said thank you,” lied Erin, narrowing her eyes at the unrepentant ghost.
    Not that Gunner cared.  He could give a shit about the bad manners of their houseguest.  He just wanted her the hell away from them.
    “It’s getting late, babe,” rumbled Gunner, “you should be in bed.”  He ran a hand up her leg and gave her a lusty, suggestive smile.  “You know we still haven’t really celebrated Valentine’s.”
    Erin bit her lip.  “I’m sorry, I’m not really in the mood.”  She really didn’t want a repeat of what happened that morning.  She was surprised Gunner wanted to risk it.
    “Hey, you kids wanna get down, and dirty I promise I won’t look,” offered Shannon.  Although the