“I love this place,” I said, startling Jay as I popped out from behind a display of poinsettias. The flowers were such pure red they’d make a color wheel cry.
I’d phased here and been waiting for him to be alone. It wasn’t hard; I blended in well. My beret matched the poinsettias’ shade, my turtleneck was black like the tiered display stands, and my ankle-length, flowy green skirt went flawlessly with all foliage.
“Frost, what are you doing here?” Jay asked.
I came around the display and leaned against a wall of the bustling shop. “Well, not that helping the fundraising team call supporters and ask for donations isn’t riveting, but I am kind of on a deadline with you so being left at the office all day isn’t ideal.”
“I don’t have time for your ghostly shenanigans right now. I only have
