Chapter 19

“I know a few steps. But not many. It’s hard to find somebody who’ll practice dancing with a ghost.”

“What about other ghosts?” Edwin lifted his head. “There are other ghosts, I presume?”

“Sure. All kinds of ghosts.” Cooper’s arm was tight around Edwin’s back, and he rested his head on his shoulder with a soft sigh. His hair smelled of sunshine on leather. He was surprisingly warm. The material of his jacket grew damp beneath Edwin’s hand, absorbing his sweat. “I mean, they’re everywhere.”

“That’s something, isn’t it?”

The song started over again, Elvis crooning about wise men, but Edwin didn’t really care. Maybe Cooper could only remember two or three songs from his youth. Or maybe Edwin just kept replaying the songs he knew came from 1962.

“Not really. People are ghosts for a reason, you know. They’re all caught up in their own psychodramas and reliving their mistakes. They live in hells of their own making.”

Edwin frowned. “What about you?”