Robert frowned.
“She’s speaking to the specter,” Dave muttered. “You get used to it.”
“Do you know anything about it?” I said softly.
Harry straightened his tie like he meant business. “I do.”
“Tell me.”
“It would be easier to show you.”
I squeezed my eyes closed and sighed. “Looks like we’re going to The Pit.”
“It’s line dancing night,” Robert informed us.
Wonderful. My evening wouldn’t be complete without a little synchronized dancing.
Hudson clapped his hands with glee. “Perfect.”
Wait. He liked line dancing? There was a wicked twinkle in his eyes that I was not enjoying one bit. Why me?
CHAPTER TWELVE
Who you gonna call?
Two shifters, a witch, a sheriff, and a ghost walk into a bar, and no one bats an eyelid because this is White Castle, where weirdness reigns. They might not explicitly know about the things that howl in the night, but the residents knew it was in their best interest to ignore the unexplainable.
Karen, The Pit’s owner, who hosted everything from speed-dating evenings to this diabolical night of synchronized dancing, greeted us with a scowl and an eye roll from behind the bar. I’d rather face a year of Maggie’s cooking than be here, but for once, I was glad the spooky events weren’t taking place on my grounds. Silver lining and all that.
Hudson’s hand landed on my spine and pushed me deeper into the room of horror, while Karen eyeballed us and pointed to the large wire basket.Oh no.
“You know the rules, Hudson.”
That was telling.
He selected a pink cowboy hat with glittery silver tassels and plonked it on my head, ignoring the death glare I gave him. Heselected a traditional tan one for himself and slapped Dave with a black version to match his chief of security’s perpetual dark attire. Robert shook his head and tapped the shiny silver star on his shirt.
“I’m on duty,” he reasoned.
“And you are in my bar on line dancing night. Wear the hat, or leave,” Karen said as she turned to serve a couple of twenty-something-year-old men.
I plucked out a turquoise hat with gold tassels and a rhinestone rim, and placed it on his head.
“The color suits you,” I told him with a smirk.
“For once, I’m grateful I’m a ghost,” Harry said.
We each took a stool on the far side of the bar and waited for the lady in question to take a break from serving the thirsty residents of White Castle.
“We could pass the time on the dancefloor,” Hudson suggested.
I shot him atry it and dielook. If he wanted to take his chances with the singletons of White Castle, he could go right on ahead.
He held his hands up. “Fine. Can’t even take my girl out for a dance.”
“You absolutely can, but not here, and not line dancing.”
He flicked one of the silver tassels on my ridiculous hat and grinned. “Fine. We’re going dancing on our next date night.”
