“They’re fine,” he says. “I just saw Dex a little while ago. They’re both exhausted, I guess from the possession and all that woo woo nonsense. That’s why I’m surprised you’re up. You did a lot.”
“Me? I can handle it. Last night wasn’t my first rodeo.”
He puts the paper towel on the plate and places the greasy bubbling bacon on top. My stomach growls at the sight. “How do you want your eggs?”
I can’t help but smile. “You’re making me breakfast?”
“Of course. You think I’m going to eat all this bacon by myself?”
“I don’t know. You’re a big dude, and you just got back from Hell, so I figured you’re treatin’ yo self.”
He gives me a wry grin, shaking his head. “How long are you going to bring up the whole me going to Hell and back thing?”
“Oh, I’m always going to bring it up. It’s impossible not to.” I grab the egg carton from beside me and hand it to him, smiling sweetly. “Over hard, please.”
Then I head to the bathroom to quickly do my business and freshen up. I open the medicine cabinet and borrow Perry’s deodorant and spritz on a bit of fruity body spray that she probably got from Victoria’s Secret ten years ago. I make a mental note to get her some nice perfume for Christmas next year. This year I kind of dropped the ball and got her a gift certificate to Barnes & Noble, which I know she’ll get a lot of use out of, but still. I wasn’t at my sisterly gifting best.
I pull my hair back into a high bun and check to make sure my face isn’t out of whack. I do look a little tired, but that’s to be expected. I just don’t want to horrify Max with my face during breakfast.
When I come back out, he’s sitting at the counter eating, and he’s set out a place for me across from him. There’s even a steaming cup of black coffee with a pitcher of oat milk beside it, because Perry often doesn’t have normal stuff in her fridge.
“Thanks,” I tell him, feeling strangely special. The last person to make me breakfast was my dad, and even though I know Max didn’t set out to make it for me specifically, it feels nice to be taken care of.
I slide into the seat and start eating. Max is slowly picking at his food, so I end up doing the same thing until he looks up at me.
“Don’t eat slowly on my behalf,” he says. “I’m not sure how my body is going to take this.”
I nod and shrug, and start shoveling the food into my mouth because there’s no reason to impress Maximus anyway, and I’m freaking starving. Makes sense since I used up so much energy last night.
“You know,” he says slowly, thoughtfully munching on a strip of bacon, “you really were something last night.”
I swallow my eggs down and try to smile my thanks.
“I mean it. What you did there, Ada…when I was with Rose, it took years of training until she got to that stage. You’ve been doing this, what was it again, a year?”
I nod, washing everything down with coffee. I have to admit, I like hearing how good I am. “Just over a year.”
“So you’ve had a good trainer then.”
The smile falls from my face.
Max’s brows raise as he notices. “Or not,” he quickly adds. “Sorry, I’ve missed a lot.”
“It’s okay. You have. But I keep forgetting that you’re back. In a way it’s like you never left.”
“Never died, you mean. Never left makes it sound like I moved elsewhere to start a new life,” he says, his southern accent coming out thicker. “Nothing started for me, darlin’. Everything ended.”
I let the weight of his words wash over me.
“So, what are we going to do?”
He cocks a brow. “We?”
“Yeah. We. As in, there’s no way that you’re going through the next steps on your own. We’ll help you figure it out. Help you get your old life back.”
“That’s mighty kind of you,” he says to me. “But I honestly don’t know what’s next. I’m not sure anyone has been in this situation before.”
“That we know of. Maybe you’ll find others. You can start a support club. Create a handbook for the recently deceased who came alive again.”
He chuckles softly. “I have to admit, it was starting to feel a little like I was Alec Baldwin in Beetlejuice. Trapped in a house, dead, unable to leave. Too bad I was alone.”
“But you weren’t alone for long.” I pause. “Don’t you think it’s odd that Perry happened to be in that house when you were? That you were able to communicate with her?”
He shakes his head and takes a long sip of coffee. “Nah. It’s not. It’s destiny.”