Sam raised his hand in an acknowledgment without looking back.
Grace spotted several ghosts in the dining area. A smile split her lips as her mind raced with all kinds of new ways that she could help the bride remember the special event.
Sam pulled out a chair for her to sit and leaned down to whisper in her ear. “What’s that look for?”
“I’m imaging the wedding pictures when I drown her in a vat of orange Jell-Oafter sending all of the hotel ghosts to terrorize her.”
“There’s never a dull moment with you.”
“What are you going to tell you parents about us? I assume they’ll eventually be showing up.”
“They’ll be showing up in a couple of days. I guess we really should get our story straight. I’m sure the guys are going to grill me too.”
“You could always tell them I’m a streetwalker you picked up at the airport. Sarah already thinks I’m one.”
“She’s one to talk, jumping from one brother’s bed to the other. Shit like that should be illegal. Besides, no one would buy that version. I own a successful dating agency.”
The waiter appeared, took their order and quickly left. The morning breakfast crowd had thinned out so their conversation was somewhat private.
“How about telling them I was a client?”
He shook his head. “That would make you seem desperate. They’d never buy it, at least the guys wouldn’t.”
“You could always tell them that we met when you called Linked Inc.”
Sam’s eyes widened, almost as if in horror. That was an interesting look that needed exploring.
“That one would never fly either. They’d never believe I’d call a psychic.”
“Why wouldn’t they believe you called a psychic?” She asked as if she hadn’t heard all of the reasons why people didn’t believe in her and her job.
“They just wouldn’t.” He said and quickly changed the subject. “How about a friend of a friend?”
She’d let it slide for now. The waiter appeared with their drink orders, and she took a sip of her sweet tea. “Do we have any friends in common?”
Sam sipped his hot coffee as an elderly female ghost floated to the table wearing a flowered dress.Tell them you met through Aunt Annie.
“Aunt Annie said we can use her as how we met.”
Sam spit his coffee, quickly grabbed a napkin, and wiped at his mouth.
“You look surprised.” Grace grinned and removed her elbows from the table as food was placed in front of both of them.
“Did you just say Aunt Annie?”
Grace glanced up at the woman. “Yeah. Flowered dress, round face, nice smile. She looks….sweet.”
“Don’t let her looks fool you. That woman could have been one ofyourrelatives.”
“Aw,” Grace said and smiled at the lady. “I like her already.”
“Well, you should. You both have something in common.”
Grace let her eyes slide over the woman’s features and apparel to see if she could spot what he was talking about. Nope, nothing in appearance. “You’ll have to fill me in because I don’t see it.”
“Neither of you like Sarah.”
Grace chuckled as Annie held up a locket that was resting around her neck.
