Before You Ghost - Helena Hunting

I NEVER IMAGINED my lady bits would be photographed as a crime scene, but here we are. At least I had put my clothes on, but all the bystanders understood what was going on.

I’d never had so many straight-faced people learn how and where I put my limbs during doggy style.

But when your boyfriend flies off a cliff behind you during your adventurous hiking sex, new experiences crop up.

And I would cry more. And maybe even scream some if his ghost wasn’t sitting three feet from me cracking jokes the whole time. Hell, for all I know, he might have even finished as a ghost.

“Do you want me to help them find the disaster area tape? Or do you think people can just judge that from your granny panties? I bet we can fashion a thong out of the tape. Save a little of your rep.”

I had to wait for the detective to finish up his last batch of photos before I could hiss in Evan’s direction, “I wear granny panties when we hike so I don’t get wedgies. You know that.”

“Miss? Everything okay?” The cop seemed worried about me. I should possibly be more worried about me. Maybe it was shock mixed with the energy drink Evan had passed to me just before the incident.

“Using sex as a weapon, huh?” Ghost Evan gave me a wink.

I pursed my lips and gave him a hard stare.

“You know, I kinda love this. You can’t give me attitude. People will think you’re crazy.”

He was enjoying this. His almost see-through handsome face was flashing his token smile. Damn, his giant pearly whites and devilish dimples. He got out of a lot of trouble with those things. And now he’s getting me into a lot of trouble with them.

I bit my lips from the inside to keep all my comebacks from coming out of my mouth. We fought. It’s what we did. I had a temper and he had an attitude. Our makeup sex was off the charts. Half the time we were giving each other a hard time just to get to the good times.

I overheard the closest group of cops pontificating about the situation that had recently occurred as I glared at Evan.

“I mean, that’s another clear video. She’s on her hands and knees and when they, um… finish, it appears that her orgasm is so strong that it literally launches him off the cliff like a cannon.”

I turned my head just as the three cops shifted to face me.

We all had the most awkward eye contact in the history of human existence.

One cleared his throat, the other adjusted his belt, and the third was blushing so hard his ears were red.

“Your pussy blew me off the cliff of Lover’s Peak?” Evan was bent over laughing. They couldn’t hear him, but I could. He was pissing me off.

Cliff fighting was a bad idea. Cliff sex was worse.

We got each other like that. Hot and bothered. I would grab the front of his shirt and then he would grab me by my ass and haul me to him.

And his stupid jaw was so well-defined. I had bitten it. Well, of course, next thing you know we were pulling each other’s clothes off. In a highly public place. On the edge of a cliff.

The red-eared cop approached. “I’m supposed to find out if you have any injuries?”

I shook my head, lips still in a restraint with my teeth.

“Okay, well, we have various videos from numerous sources that clearly show no malicious intent on your part. I mean, our captain has to take a look. And maybe the coroner? We can’t get your boyfriend’s body off the cliff right now. The rescue team has to come out with the proper equipment. They said they can come by around lunchtime tomorrow. They’re on a call. The boys and I are going to try to tarp up the body.” He jammed his hands into his pockets as his forehead joined his ears in their red color.

“So I can go?” That seemed wrong somehow. But Evan had already stood and was brushing off his ghost pants. That was always his signal that he wanted to leave.

Red Ears seemed reluctant to answer that question and looked over his shoulder twice. Finally, he shrugged and showed me his teeth like he was smiling for his preschool picture.

I stood, too, joining Evan.

“Don’t forget your fanny pack. And your hat.” Evan tried to grab both for me. His finger rustled them a little,