It’s too cold out for over-the-knee stockings. I grew up in Minnesota, and any sensible Minnesotan knows that winter weather and bare skin don’t mix. Still, part of me is tempted to show some of that skin, opt for the stockings rather than the far more practical—and thicker—tights.
Part of me knows it’s too late for that. It’s the same part of me that has Carter Dupree’s voice on a constant loop in the back of my mind:
Selena is one strong, sexy ghost ... there’s a special bond between a necromancer and the right ghost.
Not that Malcolm has canceled the date. But the only time he’s mentioned it all week was to insist that, weather permitting, we would drive up in his car, not my truck.
“My pickup is better in the snow,” I said.
“My convertible is better for everything else,” he counte
