Hudson scrubbed at his skin. “Why is there alcohol in sunscreen?”
God sipped his drink. “It evaporates quickly and kills bacteria. It also tastes good.”
Who the hell was eating the sunscreen?
The waiter’s gaze slid between me and Hudson, softening. “You two really are adorable. Just imagine saying ‘I do’ against the magical sunset.”
My brain hiccuped. No, wait, that was me hiccuping. I’d drunk half the cocktail without realizing.
Wedding? Here? With this insane view? With no spirits, no demons, no politics, no grandmother from Hell?
“Could we?” I asked before my sanity caught up.
Hudson’s head snapped to face me. “What?”
I shrugged, defensive. “I’m just asking. Hypothetically.”
God lifted his Piña-Bless-Me with a thoughtful look in his eye. “You could have your wedding here. Beaches are free, and I can block paparazzi with cloud cover.”
Why would there be paparazzi?
“Cora, if you want to get married here, say the word.”
I wanted to start our marriage—it was the wedding part that was stressful. If we just did it here and now, with only God and Graham as our witnesses, it would be done and we could start the rest of our lives without cake tasting and first dances. But the disappointed faces of my family and friends crossed my mind, and I shook my head with a sigh. “No, we can’t do that to them.”
“Always thinking of others,” God mused. “You really are my granddaughter.”
Graham nodded. “If you change your mind, we have a popular elopement package. Fire dancers. Dolphins. A rainbow on demand. Very tasteful.”
God lifted his drink. “Bring me another round, Graham. And maybe the new nachos you added to the menu last week.”
“Right away, sir!” the waiter chirped, scampering off.
I turned to God. “How often do you come here?”
He gave an innocent shrug. “Sometimes weekly, more so when I can manage it. It’s all about self-care.”
“They don’t have a spirit problem here?” I checked, finding not a single wandering dead soul, just a scattering of people enjoying their vacation. Maybe this is where the super-rich came to live out the looming end of the world.
“Less so than White Castle. But if you stay here long enough, they will follow you.”
Hmm, guess we were done pretending I wasn’t the supernatural equivalent of a lightning rod. “Now tell me how you are doing before we get invaded with Casper.”
The thought of God watching the popular film made my lips quirk. “I’m being torn in too many directions. Mate, doctor, friend, niece, granddaughter, some magical seal thing that links back to the testament. You know, the run-of-the-mill worries for a woman running a supernatural bed-and-breakfast.”
“Stop doing that.”
I didn’t bother pretending to be clueless about his meaning.
“She does that a lot,” Hudson agreed.
Oh, goodie, I was being ganged up on.
God tipped his head back and closed his eyes as the sun kissed his cheeks. “It is the simple things that give us the greatest pleasure. That is what you’re fighting for. What we’re all fighting for.”
“They think I’m not strong enough to handle what I’ve endured. How can I face evil if the people I love the mostconsider me weak? All of them, not just my mate. I am not who my friends and family want me to be. I am less, and they know it deep down, which is why they stole my memories.”
He hummed in the back of his throat. “If a patient came to you with stage four cancer, would you tell them the realities of what they are facing?”
