“That’s Victoria Littlemoon, and she’s one of my best friends. She was an agent, and is actually a psychic. She talks to the dead and helps people. I didn’t expect her to call, but apparently, someone you love has a message. I’d listen.”
He couldn’t believe this.
“Will said it’s time to move on.”
He actually laughed.
“Yeah, well, I don’t believe in psychics, and I certainly don’t believe that my husband is haunting anyone.”
Tori sighed.
“One of those?” she asked her friend.
Elizabeth just laughed.
“Girl, you’ve got a tough one here. Gene and Ethan told me he’s stubborn. Good luck. If this doesn’t work, I’ll just kick his ass. That might be easier to beat some sense into him.”
Corbin was so goddamn confused.
So, Tori began.
“Again, your husband said it’s time, Corbin. He said it’s time for you to let him go.”
Corbin said one thing.
“No.”
Tori didn’t give up. Will was right beside her, and clearly with his husband too. The dead weren’t solid, so they could be in multiple places.
“He wants you to…”
Corbin stopped her.
“You can stop. I don’t believe he’s with you. When we die, there’s Heaven or Hell. He’s not floating around.”
Will sighed.
Clearly, this was going to be harder.
So, he told her what he could.
Tori was channeling, so she shared.
“He said you got married on a beach in Puerto Rico. It was spur of the moment, and after your recovery. Will said that your sexual assault was why you didn’t have sex on your wedding night, but instead, you serviced his needs. He wants to know if you need the details.”
Corbin looked horrified.
When he glanced over at Elizabeth, she shrugged.
“I wasn’t there, my dude. Neither was Gene or Ethan. If you didn’t tell them you were blowing a man on your wedding night, or hand-jobbing him into the early morning hours, that only leaves one option.”
She pointed at the phone.
Corbin didn’t like this.
“What color flower did I wear on my tuxedo?” he asked.
Tori laughed.
