Page 4 of The Dom with a Safeword

“No.”

She stepped back, puzzled. “Why not?”

“Because I’m not interested.” He crossed his arms and stared down at her, mimicking Q’s stubborn expression.

“But…it won’t take long.” She gave him her best smile – the one that always worked on her father. “I won’t even charge you.”

His brows shot up. “Oh, you won’t charge me? That changes everything.”

“It does?”

“No.” His voice grew stern. “Now go home before you get yourselves shot by someone who thinks you’re a burglar.”

Asshole! Sabrina had never been known for her mild temper. “It won’t hurt you any, why are you being such a d – ow!” Something had pinched her ass. Q?

“I apologize for my friend,” Q said with a sincere smile. “She’s just very…”

“Persistent?”

“Passionate. About ghost hunting.”

“Paranormal investigating!” Sabrina corrected.

“Not now, Sabrina,” Q gritted between her teeth. “Sorry for any inconvenience. We’ll be going now.” She grabbed Sabrina’s arm and tugged her through the yard, back the way they’d come.

Sabrina followed, reluctantly. Disappointment filled her and her shoulders sagged.

“Wait,” he said.

They turned.

He rubbed his face and mumbled, “I can’t believe I’m doing this. Do you have a card, little Miss Ghostbuster?”

Sabrina grinned. “Of course!” As a graphic artist, the first thing she’d made after becoming a paranormal investigator was a business card.

She yanked out of Q’s grip, walked back to the stranger, and handed him the card with her name and phone number.

One brow arched as he looked it over. “Sabrina Romano. Paranormal detective, otherworld investigator, and spirit guide.”

His gaze went to Q as if in question. She shrugged.

“What’s your name?” he asked, gesturing to Q.

“Q.”

“Just Q?”

“Yup.”

Sabrina snorted. No way was this guy getting her real name from those tight lips. As far as she knew, she and Q’s brothers were the only people alive who knew her real name. And Sabrina had been sworn to secrecy.

“Are you going to tell us your name?” Q asked.

He looked back and forth between them then gave a short laugh. “After being given a whole first letter? Sure. It’s Jude.”

Jude? He looked like a Jude. If it weren’t for the wife beater and dirty jeans, he’d reek of money. Sabrina sidled closer with a wicked grin and batted her lashes. Then she broke out into one of her favorite Beatles songs, hoping he loved the song that shared his name as much as she did.

He rolled his eyes as she sang Hey, Jude. His lips twitched and he flicked his gaze to Q. “Is she always like this?”