"Not stopping," he told her, while moving his hand so his fingers stroked from under her chin, over the front of her throat. As for Becka, that was a whole other story and in the past. For all he knew, she might have succeeded drinking some drain cleaner or battery acid. As for the mention of what to do, his eyes lit up at the mention of anything freaky. "Haunted house? That'd be awesome. Got any ideas where?"