It's A Wonderful Midlife Crisis (Good To The Last Death #1) - Robyn Peterman Page 0,101
souls go into the light since she was the Angel of Mercy. Maybe just Death Counselors saw it. Whatever. I could only imagine the fights Gideon and Heather had had over the centuries.
“Holy shit,” Jennifer shouted as she, June and Missy entered the house. “If I knew there was a party, I would have baked a cake.
The timing was perfect. A few minutes earlier would have been terrible. There was no way I would have abandoned John as he left this world and that would have been seriously hard to explain.
“They can’t see them?” I whispered to Heather as I plastered a smile on my face.
“No,” she said just as quietly.
Sucking in a huge breath, I went to greet my friends. “Guys, you remember Gideon,” I said, taking his hand in mine.
“Who could forget a hottie like that?” Jennifer said.
“Jennifer,” June chastised with an elbow to her side. “He’s a person, not a piece of meat.”
“Coulda fooled me,” Jennifer said with a bellow of laughter.
“You’re behaving like a teenager,” Missy told her as she winked at me. “I think Daisy is trying to tell us something.”
“I sure as hell hope it’s that she got into his pants,” Jennifer said in her usual filter-less way. “And I think women of a certain age should be called queen-agers.”
I kind of wanted to die. Jennifer was a botoxicated loose cannon. Steve thought the entire exchange was hilarious. Thankfully, my new guests didn’t notice.
“Oh my God,” June said, blushing in embarrassment at Jennifer’s behavior. “It’s lovely to see you,” she said politely to Gideon. “Jennifer must still be hungover from last night. I apologize for her behavior.”
“No worries,” Gideon said with a smile on his face that charmed the pants off of my newly arrived friends. “I’m delighted to meet you all again outside of the office—much nicer atmosphere.”
“No kidding,” Jennifer agreed. “Thank God we’re all done with that shitshow.”
“Not following,” Gideon said, confused as he glanced down at me.
“Heather is starting her own firm. We’re all going with her,” I told him.
Gideon took the news in and turned to Heather. “You want a partner?”
Heather sighed and rolled her eyes. “Sure,” she said. “I should keep my enemies close and all that jazz.”
“Work just got a whole lot more appealing,” Jennifer said with a cackle as she walked over to the game table and sat right on top of a ghost.
I almost laughed as the specter grunted and flew away, but I sucked it up. Plus, Jennifer was correct. Work did just get a whole lot more appealing.
“We’re playing Trivial Pursuit?” Jennifer questioned.
“Yes. Yes, we are,” I replied, taking a seat at the table.
“I like to cheat,” she announced.
“Then sit by Gideon,” I said with a laugh. “He cheats too.”
“Damn skippy,” Jennifer shouted as she patted the chair next to her. “Bring your fine ass over here, Gideon. I will cheat you right under the table.”
Gideon laughed and shook his head. I was fairly sure he’d never played board games with a bunch of nutty women in his life. His life was about to change for the better.
And so was mine. I could feel it in my gut.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
“It’s nice to see that you’re not good at everything,” I said with a grin.
“I find that insulting,” Gideon said, trying to wipe the paint off of his face, only to smear it. “I also find it correct. This is hard.”
I laughed. The Grim Reaper was hot and adorable.
Jennifer, June and I had given notice at the law firm and were told we were not needed to stay on the two weeks. The day we went to retrieve our personal items from the office, Clarissa had tried to have us escorted from the building by security. It was mortifying. June was so upset she’d cried and Jennifer was so furious, she let Clarissa know exactly what she thought of her. It would have been more powerful if Jennifer’s face was capable of expression, but it was still impressive. I was relieved that Heather wasn’t with us. It could have gotten ugly.
In the end, Clarence Smith had saved the day. He was appalled by his daughter’s behavior and made sure that we could get our belongings without being treated like common criminals. He’d wished us all the best and let us know if it didn’t work out, he would welcome us back. Clarence Smith was the polar opposite of his vile daughter. It was strange to think they were truly related.