Haunted on Bourbon Street (Jade Calhoun Series: Book 1)

by Deanna Chase

  Kat’s pain, mixed with frustrated anger, assaulted me. I closed my eyes, quickly building my silo barrier. Damn it. I would not feel guilty. Pyper and Kane had proven to be better friends in the short time I’d known them than Kat had in the last three months. I wouldn’t stand for her insulting them.

  “What do you mean, ‘At least they were there for you when you needed them’? When have I ever not been there for you?”

  “Never mind.” I shook my head. “It’s not important.”

  Her eyes narrowed. “It’s about Dan again, isn’t it? God, Jade, I wish you two would just let it go already.”

  “And I wish you’d wake up!”

  “I don’t want to be in the middle of this.” She closed her eyes for a moment then looked at me pleadingly. “Can we just agree to not talk about him?”

  “Fine.”

  “Thank you.”

  “Excuse me.” Ian cleared his throat. “Sorry to interrupt, but I sort of need to talk to Jade.”

  “You’re not interrupting,” I said. “We’re done here.”

  Kat stood. “I have to get home anyway. I just needed to be sure Jade was okay. Thanks for letting me know, Ian.” She gave him a quick hug and left without saying another word.

  I slumped and waved for Ian to sit. “Sorry about that. We’re having…issues.”

  “It’ll blow over soon enough. You know how Kat is. She’s protective.” Ian set a paper cup in front of me. “Pyper thought a chai might perk you up.”

  “She’s protecting the wrong person.” Closing my eyes, I took a long swig of the chai and sighed. Yep, I’d needed that. “Thanks.”

  Ian took notes while I gave him a detailed account of the night before and the vision I’d just had in the club, minus the crazy emotional turmoil.

  “Excellent.” He grinned.

  “I’m glad you think so,” I said dryly. “I’d just like it to stop.”

  “I’ve got a plan for that. After Kane called I left a message for my aunt, who has some tricks for us to ward off your ghost. I should hear back from her later today.”

  Kane had called Ian? Did they know each other? Weird. “Okay, when can we get that done?”

  “As soon as possible, but I need to take readings from inside the club first.” He stood up. “Ready?”

  I nodded and followed him into the café. We found Pyper and Kane sitting with their heads together at a table in the corner.

  “We’re back.” Ian waved.

  Pyper straightened and smiled at him. “Oh, good. We were just talking about you. Have a seat.” She patted the chair next to her.

  He gave her his sexy half-smile and squeezed in beside her.

  Kane was staring at me, and suddenly my head swam. I grabbed the edge of the table and took cleansing breaths to center myself. His hand rested on the small of my back as he leaned in and whispered, “Maybe you should go up to Pyper’s and lie back down.”

  “Probably.” But I made no move to leave. I wanted to know what we were going to do about the ghost. “Okay, Ian, what’s the plan?”

  “Kane’s going to let us take some measurements down here, so I’ll get started with that shortly. I’ve got a lot to do in an hour.”

  “An hour? But you stayed half the night in my apartment.”

  Kane stiffened beside me. I looked at him, bewildered.

  “Kane said he’d open the club a little late, but he has an event scheduled. Since we can’t measure activity with other people around, I’ll take what I can get. Though I would like to log some data with you and Pyper in there to see if either of you sets anything off.”

  “Just me and Pyper?” I asked.

  “Yes. It seems the two of you have some kind of connection with whatever may be lurking here. I’ll take some basic measurements and have each of you come in for a reading. After I record the data I can compare the results and see if we have any similarities or anomalies,” Ian explained.

  “No.” Kane said.

  “No?” I asked before anyone else could respond. “What do you mean, no?”

  Kane turned serious eyes on me. “I mean, I don’t want you and Pyper involved anymore. You went into some sort of trance today in there, and Pyper could have been seriously hurt last night. I will not allow that to happen again.”

  The blood rushed to my head. Combined with my fight with Kat and feeling like I had no control over what was happening, I snapped. “Who are you to tell me what you will and will not allow to happen?”

  “Your boss.”

  I huffed. “Right. Boss. I had no idea taking orders from you on my personal time was in the job description. Besides, you may be the owner of the club, but technically I work for Pyper, remember? I only filled in tending bar as a favor to her. Why in the hell else do you think I would work at a strip club?”

  “For the money,” he said calmly. “Like all the other girls.”

  “You son of a bitch.” I glowered at him, pissed off, mostly because he was right. I did need the money, but he didn’t have to know that. “You know damn well I only filled in as a favor to Pyper.”

  He opened his mouth to say something, but Pyper cut him off. “That’s true.”

  Kane turned to her. “Which part, the favor part or the son-of-a-bitch part?”

  “Both,” she said lightly. She turned her attention to Ian. “Of course, we’ll both help.” She waved her arm toward me.

  I smiled at Kane’s incredulous expression.

  “Oh, stop being a bully,” Pyper continued. “We’re both big girls. If we want to help Ian figure out what’s going on, we will.”

  Kane stared at her until she raised an eyebrow. Then he studied me. I resisted the urge to stick out my tongue. Real mature, I told myself. Finally, he asked Ian, “Is there something you do to keep people safe in these situations?”

  Ian nodded. “Yes. So far we haven’t had any mishaps…though this situation seems a bit more volatile than most we’ve been involved with.”

  “Really?” I asked. “How so?”

  “Well,” Ian paused, rubbing his chin. “Most of our clients come to us because they see images, like a vision, or they get a sixth sense something is there. Rarely do we come across cases where the spirits are interacting on as personal a level, as they seem to be doing in this case.”

  Kane stayed silent but continued to glare at all of us.

  Ian glanced at him, shifting uncomfortably. “But don’t worry, there are things we can do to discourage interaction. As soon as I hear back from my aunt we’ll set up wards to keep the ghost inactive.”

  “Sounds great.” Pyper handed him a card. “My cell is on there. Give us a ring when you’re ready. Come on, Jade, let’s get some takeout and head to my apartment.”

  Without glancing back, I fell into step behind Pyper.

  ***

  Once back at Pyper’s I found my phone and grimaced at the multitude of calls from Kat and Gwen. I should have remembered to call my aunt. Chances are, she’d felt the void when I’d been knocked out and most certainly would have felt my energy shift while I’d been in the club that afternoon. I dialed, and spent a full twenty minutes assuring her I was fine, and promised to check in more often.

  “It’s good to have someone to worry about you.” Pyper handed me a mug of chai.

  I nodded. “Thanks.” Emotionally exhausted, I leaned back and closed my eyes.

  Promptly at nine o’clock, Pyper’s cell phone rang. She answered and a moment later tucked her feet under her. “Ian wants just you for now. Then we’ll switch.”

  “Here goes nothing.” I got to my feet, waved and took off down the two flights of stairs. My heart pounded. I wanted nothing else but to go back up to Pyper’s apartment and just hang with her.

  Ian waited for me at the back door of Wicked. We wasted no time saying our protection spell and repeating the procedure we’d followed the week before in my apartment.

  For the last hour I’d been having an internal debate, trying to decide if I wanted t
o open myself up and use my gift this time. On one hand it would give me insight, but on the other I might pass out again. And I was really tired of being treated like an invalid.

  As Ian followed me around the room, making appreciative noises at whatever results he received, I couldn’t stop my curiosity. I had to know. Letting my guards down, I took in the lingering emotions. They were stale, and I was reminded of the smell of warm beer left out overnight after a party. Dingy lust, mixed with tired anticipation, swarmed in my head then suddenly was chased away by disgust and hatred.

  I froze and scanned the room.

  “Did you see something?” Ian’s voice and energy lit with excitement.

  I shook my head, still trying to hone in on the direction of the intrusion. There wasn’t a clear path, just a whirlwind of toxic emotions.

  “Say something,” Ian whispered.

  “Why are you here?” I asked in a clear voice. The disgust gripped my senses until all I could see was a red haze. I gasped as I fought it. “Let go! You do not have permission to invade my aura.” The red cleared, and the toxic waste gripping me vanished. A pure white energy, something close to joy, filled my being. “Thank you.”

  “Who are you thanking?” Ian asked, stepping up next to me.

  “I don’t know. The goddess, maybe. Did you get what you needed?”

  “More than enough. I can’t wait to analyze this.” Ian bounced like a little boy on a sugar high. He steadied himself and examined me. “What just happened there?’

  I shrugged. I didn’t want to share my ability with Ian. Unfortunately I was too tired to come up with a great explanation. “Can we talk about it later, after you do your analysis?”

  His face fell, but he recovered quickly. “Sure. It’s probably better to talk about it after the scientific stuff is laid out anyway.”

  I turned to go. “I’ll send Pyper down when I get back upstairs.”

  “I guess we’ll have to reschedule our date?” Ian said with a question.

  Oops. I’d forgotten all about it. “Sure.” I smiled. “I’m also still waiting to hear what you found out during the first investigation.”

  “Oh, right! I have a bunch of charts and stuff for you, but basically it boils down to some spiked EMF readings, indicating there was something there, but nothing definitive. I think we can safely say something is causing havoc. We just don’t have solid proof. Yet.”

  I pursed my lips. “All right, but you know I don’t care about proof. I just want it to leave us alone.”

  Ian’s smile soured. “Of course. I’m working on it.”

  “I know.” I grabbed his hand and squeezed. “Thanks. I really do appreciate everything.”

  He pulled me toward him and kissed my cheek. “You’re welcome. Any time. I’ll call you about dinner.”

  I nodded and, trying not to read too much into his kiss, went to get Pyper. Halfway up the stairs, I spotted her coming toward me.

  “Ian called already,” she said.

  “Okay. Is the door open? I need to get my stuff.”

  “Yeah, Kane’s up there.” She winked. “Go easy on him. He isn’t used to anyone but me putting him in his place.”

  I laughed.

  “See ya.” She squeezed past me and disappeared at the bottom of the stairwell.

  A moment later I let myself into her apartment. “Kane?”

  “In here.” His voiced carried from his room.

  I stopped in the doorway, watching him make the bed. Now that my irritation had worn off, I felt bad I’d snapped at him. Even though he’d kind of deserved it. I really didn’t like to be told what to do. Still, he’d only been being protective. “Sorry I lost it on you earlier. It’s been a rough few days.”

  He turned, eyeing me. “It’s all right. I admire women with spunk.”

  “I can see that.”

  His lips quirked. “Oh? Who have you noticed me admiring?”

  “Just Pyper. You two are obviously close, and she has more spunk than anyone I’ve ever met.”

  “I don’t know. Charlie might give her a run for her money. That girl can run a bar, keep the dancers in check and throw trouble-making losers out on their asses. Between the two of them I don’t know why they need me.”

  For the eye candy. I hid a smile. “If Pyper is the club manager and Charlie runs the bar and helps her out, what exactly do you do?”

  “I’m supposed to be taking over for Pyper so she can devote her full attention to the café, but my other work keeps me too busy. I should just promote Charlie and leave it all in her capable hands.” He sat down on the bed and kicked off his shoes.

  I leaned against the doorframe, enjoying talking with him. “Your other job?”

  “Yeah, I’m a financial advisor. Independent contractor, so I set my own hours.”

  “That’s interesting. I didn’t know that.” Well, well, well. Mr. Strip Club Owner had a respectable job. Not that it mattered. Hadn’t I already decided I didn’t care what he did for a living while defending him to Kat? Or had I? I still couldn’t see myself dating someone who worked in the sex trade.

  Fantasizing about? Appreciating? Drooling over? Yes. But not dating.

  The thought brought me back to reality, and I grabbed my bag off the dresser. “I should go. Thanks again for looking after me.”

  His eyes met mine. “Any time, Jade. Any time.”

  Chapter 7

  I scowled at the line snaking its way out the front door of The Grind. What the hell? Usually the place was empty at eight o’clock on a Sunday morning. Since I wasn’t scheduled to work and craved a chai, I dragged my feet to the back of the line and waited.

  Five minutes later the line had barely moved. I craned my neck to see what was going on inside. A mass of bodies blocked my view. I started to move past the crowd when a petite blonde grabbed my arm. “Hey, what do you think you’re doing?”

  Her irritation did nothing to help my already grumpy mood. I stared pointedly at her hand. “Let go.”

  “I’m not going to let you cut in line. We were here first.”

  A slightly darker blonde clone stood next to her, nodding in agreement.

  “You have about two seconds to let go before I make you do it.”

  At that moment someone else grabbed my opposite shoulder. I whirled, ripping my arm out of the blonde chick’s grip, and came face to face with Kane.

  “Everything all right?” he asked.

  The blonde started babbling about line jumping while my irritation rose to startling levels. How dare he interfere? Through my angry haze I didn’t hear what Kane said, but the blonde backed off and reclaimed her place in line.

  “Let go,” I said.

  He released his grip. “Sorry, I just meant to guide you away from the crazy.”

  “I can take care of myself,” I snapped.

  The confusion in his eyes made me instantly regret my tone. “Sorry.”

  Damn, why did I have to be so cranky? The sex dreams had to stop. Every morning I woke frustrated, and hanging out with Kane didn’t help. I was pretty sure he was the reason I was having them in the first place.

  “Rough morning?” he asked.

  “Something like that.”

  “A chai might help.”

  I stared, impressed he remembered my drink of choice. He didn’t miss anything. “I can’t—out of time to wait any longer. I have to get to the glass studio. I have a class starting today.”

  “Don’t worry. I’ll have it done before you know it.” He guided me into the café, ignoring my protests.

  “Thank God,” Pyper said when she spotted us. “We’ve had one tour group after another this morning. Jade, I thought you had class this morning.”

  “She does,” Kane said as he joined her behind the counter. “She needs a chai before she goes.”

  Pyper immediately started fixing my drink.

  I protested, but neither of them paid any attention and wouldn’t let me pay. “Thanks. You didn’t have to do that.”
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  Pyper smiled. “There have to be some perks to this thankless job.”

  As I left I sent the blonde clones a sickly sweet smile and toasted them with my cup. It was a petty thing to do, but for some reason I couldn’t shake my mood, even after Pyper and Kane had been so kind. I quickened my step, hoping to walk off some tension. Otherwise, teaching would be a disaster.

  I cleared my mind and imagined holding a glass rod in my hands. Melting glass was my passion. The first time I’d lit a torch and introduced the glass into the flame, everything else in my life ceased to exist. I focused on that feeling, letting everything else go. My shoulders relaxed, as the tension eased.

  For years, making beads had been my sanctuary. I didn’t know if it was the concentration required when working with molten glass or the mesmerizing flame, but when focused on a piece, I didn’t feel anyone’s emotions. No one’s but mine. It was a gift I cherished.

  I arrived a half hour early and went to work prepping torch stations. The eight-week beginner’s course was designed to teach students how to set up a studio, understand the properties of working with glass and master the art of round beads. How advanced we got in technique all depended on how fast the class progressed.

  At eight-forty the bell indicating a visitor rang. Pulling the door open, I said, “You’re a little bit early, but…”

  The older woman from The Herbal Connection stood in front of me, casually dressed in jeans and a long-sleeved cotton shirt. If it hadn’t been for her light energy invading my senses, I wouldn’t have recognized her.

  “I’m sorry, dear. I hope I’m not an imposition.” She wore a pleasant smile.

  “Oh no! I’m sorry. Come in. I was just surprised. It’s Bea, right?”

  She nodded, peering thoughtfully at me like she had the first time we’d met. “I was hoping I’d run into you again.”

  I wasn’t. Had she known I was the teacher here? I bit back the frown threatening my lips and smiled. “Would you like some coffee while you wait?” I gestured toward the snack counter. “I only have decaf. I stopped serving the caffeinated kind after students got too jittery. Shaking hands and hot glass are never a good mix.”