Okay, maybe this wouldn’t be so hard after all. “So you think if you tell her it wasn’t her fault, then you’ll be able to cross over to heaven?”
“It’s gotta be.”
I sighed, realizing that my dream of going home remained out of reach. I glanced at Kipp. “And so it begins—again.”
“If it’s never stopped,” he replied with the arrogance that was his way. “You’re just finally accepting it.”
“What begins?” Max asked.
I looked over my shoulder to see him and Zach approaching. “Oh, just another ghost needs saving.”
“Here? In the church?” At my nod, Max’s gaze turned probing. “And do you plan o
n helping this ghost?”
Did I? Even if the girl wasn’t so young, which would make my guilt force me to help her, I realized that Kipp had been right. My gift had been my life since the accident and I couldn’t deny it any longer. Maybe I had even more of an investment in it all now. How could I ignore ghosts when I loved one?
I waved Clara forward. “Come on. Let’s go find Maggie and make her feel better about it all.”
She bounced up and down. “Goodie.”
“Does that mean we’ll see you at the station tomorrow morning?” Zach asked.
Every pair of eyes zeroed in on me. Is this my life now? The ghost staring at me with adoration in his gaze confirmed it was. “Yes, I’ll be there. Well, after Dylan Cobb hands me my ass for quitting, that is.”
Kipp grinned. “Not to worry. If anyone is to issue a punishment, I’ll order you to do it so I can watch you spank that sexy ass of yours.”
Ah, dirty talk!
Life had finally returned to normal. Well, my totally messed-up normal.