Chapter 43

“Definitely.”

I looked down at Patrick now, his eyes, not his hair. “I was reading about ghosts recently, and I really want to believe what a lot of the articles said, about how most souls pass over with no problem into peace. Some experts claim spirits can come back and forth and send messages, and I’ve had some things happen recently that have erased any doubts I might have had.” I listened for the cardinals some more, and burst out laughing, not because it was funny, but because I was so happy. “Cool.” When I looked down, there were Patrick’s bright eyes and beautiful smile. I kissed him.

“Cool,” Jefferson said.

I apologized. “I shouldn’t have—”

Before I could finish my sentence, Patrick kissed me, a long, lingering kiss that took my breath away and tickled me everywhere, all up and down my naked body. “That was nice,” he said, as he took a step back.

“You’re bi, right?”

Patrick shrugged. “I like people, not labels. I like you.”