It's A Wonderful Midlife Crisis (Good To The Last Death #1) - Robyn Peterman Page 0,92
said. “Breathe. Yes, I want to come by. I want to spend every minute that you’ll let me spend with you.”
“Really?” I asked, still dumbfounded that this was real and happening.
“Really. I was thinking I could bring over breakfast in the morning, get to know Steve better, and then we can go for a drive and find a new make-out spot.”
“Works for me,” I said.
“Great,” Gideon said, getting out of the car and coming over to my side to open my door. “I’ll walk you to the door and get a kiss good night.”
“You haven’t had enough?” I inquired, feigning shock.
“Never, Daisy. I will never get enough.”
I was in big trouble, and I couldn’t be happier about it.
“Steve, I’m home,” I called out, locking the door behind me and letting my eyes adjust to the darkness.
I didn’t recall turning out all the lights when I’d left. Maybe I had. After Steve repeatedly let Gideon know we could have the pad tonight for a bang session, I hauled ass out. Whatever. Turning off the lights was a habit I needed to improve on. My electric bill could use a little break. Leaving the TV on all the time for the ghosts wasn’t great for my bottom line, but that couldn’t be helped. However, the television was silent as well. Bizarre.
“Steve, my favorite dead husband, where are you? I’m not going to remove a body part. I promise. The dress worked out great. The side boob was a hit,” I yelled, dropping my purse on the foyer table, taking off my stilettos and looking at myself in the mirror.
Maybe Steve had gone to Gram’s after all. That was a bummer. I wanted to tell him about my evening.
The moonlight streaming through the window lit the reflective glass. My eyes sparkled and my lips were kiss-swollen. A blush stained my cheeks and my hair was wild. For the first time ever, I liked the way I looked. Happy and kissed looked very nice on me. My feet were killing me, but I’d suffered for my fashion this evening. I hoped Gideon didn’t have any kind of heel fetish. He would be shit out of luck in that department. I was more of a tennis shoe kind of gal. Comfort was my style.
“Your dead husband? How very, very interesting,” a female voice purred.
“What the hell,” I screamed. Whipping around, I held up my heels with the pointy part out, ready to attack. “Who’s there?”
“You said we were friends, Daisy,” the voice hissed.
Damn it. I recognized that heinous voice.
How in the hell did she get into my house?
Great, I forgot to lock my door tonight, yet I locked it earlier and couldn’t make a clean escape from the most mortifying moment of my life to date. Luckily, that ended up not turning out too bad. My swollen lips were the proof of that.
Flicking on the light, I spotted the nightmare sitting in the very same chair she’d been seated in a few days ago. It was an incredible buzzkill. I reminded myself to sage the chair. Clarissa cooties were not welcome here and neither was she.
“You’re breaking friendship rules,” she said flatly.
I noticed Steve and a few other dead hovering in abject fear in the far corner of the room. My dogs were nowhere to be found. What the hell was happening?
“Actually, you’re the one breaking the rules. You’re not supposed to come here. Ever,” I said, keeping a tight grip on my shoes. Gouging her eyes out wasn’t the best plan, but my squatters and Steve were freaking me out even more than seeing Clarissa in my house. Embedding stilettos into Clarissa’s eyes would send me to the big house for a while, but if she came at me, I was ready. “And just so you know, it’s not personal. Heather is offering better pay and benefits.”
“What are you talking about?” Clarissa snarled.
“Playing dumb doesn’t suit you,” I said, opening the front door so she would get the clue to leave.
Clarissa didn’t move. Apparently, polite social cues weren’t in her skill set.
“I know it’s abrupt and I’m sure everyone will give notice, but I have to say working for you sucked. It’s been some of the worst years of my life.”
God that felt good. I sure as hell hoped Heather would be up and running soon because I was pretty sure my honesty was going to ensure that I wasn’t allowed back in my old office ever again.