Our eyes met and his grin stretched another quarter-inch. Another schoolgirl flip—followed by a very un-schoolgirl wave of heat. He leaned even farther over the boards, lips parting to say something.
“Hey, Kris!” someone yelled behind him. “If you want to flirt with Eve, tell her to meet you in the penalty box. You’ll be back there soon enough.”
Kristof flashed him a gloved middle finger.
“He’s right,” I said, shaking it off as I stepped back. “Time to play, not talk. I just wanted to say I’m sorry for being late. I was busy and completely forgot.”
A soft sigh as the grin fell away. “What did Savannah need now?”
“Sav…?”
Having spent days in the time-delayed throne room and that wasteland dimension, I’d forgotten that only hours had really passed since I’d last seen Kristof.
“No, it wasn’t Savannah,” I said. “The Fates have been keeping me busy. Seems you’re not the only one who thinks I need a job.”
“The Fates? What—?”
A shout from a teammate cut him short. He waved to say he’d be right there.
“Go on,” I said. “I can talk to you later.”
“Uh-uh. You aren’t tossing out that teaser and running off. Stay right there.”
He skated back to talk to his teammates, and within minutes was off the ice, back in street clothes, and escorting me outside to talk.
“Bounty-hunting for the Fates, hmm?” he said, settling onto a swing-set outside the arena. “Well, if it keeps you from obsessing—” He bit the sentence short. “If you need to know how to deal with haunters, you’ve come to the right place.”
“You’ve haunted?”
“Surprised?”
I laughed. “Not really.”
“I tried it. Didn’t see the attraction. A hobby for cowards and bullies. But I learned enough to help you take care of this guy. First, we need to teach you how to get past the earth-spooks without being made as a ghost.” He leapt off the swing, landing awkwardly, but righting himself before he toppled. “Ghost lesson number one, coming up.”
“You don’t need to—”
“I know.”
His fingers closed around mine and we disappeared.
Back inside the arena, we switched dimensions, slipping into the living world. On the other side of the Plexiglas barrier, a troop of preschoolers lurched past on tiny skates. Decked out in snowsuits that made them as wide as they were tall, they bobbed and swayed like a flock of drunken penguins, struggling to cross the few yards of ice between themselves and the instructor. One near the middle stumbled, and knocked over a few of her fellows. A cry went up and a gaggle of parents swooped down. A few kids on the edges of the pack decided to topple, too, so they wouldn’t be left out of the sympathy rush.
“You must have taught Sean and Bryce how to—” I stopped, noticing I was alone. “Kris?”
“Eve!”
Kristof slid onto center ice, arms up as he pirouetted in his street shoes. I bit back a laugh.
“Test number one,” he yelled. “How can you tell I’m a ghost?”
“’Cause you’re standing in the middle of a frigging ice rink wearing loafers and a golf shirt, and no one’s yelling, ‘Hey, get that crazy bastard off the ice!’”
He grinned and shoe-skated over to the boards. When he reached the gate, he grabbed the edge with both hands and jumped. Fifteen years ago, he could sail right over it, even in full hockey gear. Today, well…
“Hey, at least you cleared it,” I said as he got up off the floor.
“You know, I hate to complain,” he said, brushing invisible dirt from his pants. “The Fates take away all those twinges and aches of middle age, and that’s great, but would it kill them to give us back a little flexibility?”
I kicked one leg up onto the top of the boards. “Seems fine to me.”
A mock glower. “No one likes a show-off, Eve. And, I could point out, if I’d died at thirty-seven, instead of forty-seven, I’d have been able to do that, too.”
“A good excuse.”
“And I’m sticking with it. On to test number two.”
Before I could object, he jogged into a group of parents hovering around the boards.
“How can you tell I’m a ghost now?” he called.
“Because you’re walking through things. I know all this, Kris. It’s common sense. If I want a ghost to mistake me for a corporeal being, then I have to act corporeal. When I passed by that group of people outside the hospital, I