It’s Friday, and the moment Malcolm walks through the door of K&M Ghost Eradication Specialists he pulls me into a hug and whirls me around the space. My boots thump against the reception desk and my skirt flares outward.
I’m not dressed for work, but that doesn’t really matter. We made it through the week without another ghost incident. We made it through the week without Nigel and Malcolm having another fight. I made it through the week without a glimpse of Carter Dupree.
Even better, in a little more than twenty-four hours Sadie will walk down the aisle and marry Nigel. Nothing else matters.
“What’s the occasion?” Malcolm asks.
“Occasion?”
“You’re wearing my favorite outfit.”
“This is your favorite?” True, I don’t have a wide range of outfits, but if I had to guess, I’d say Malcol
