“I love you, too, Case,” I told him. “I’m sure you know I’ve been crazy about you since I met you, but if I move in with you, I’ll have to come out to my family about our relationship.”
“And?”
“And I’m worried about that.”
“Why? You didn’t steal me from Ray.”
“Well, I tried to.”
Case sighed. “Is that the real reason you’re hesitating? Because you’ve still got the ghost of Ray Burch hanging over your head?”
If Case had asked me the ghost question a year ago, my answer would have been a resounding yes because I did feel Ray’s presence every time I looked at Case in the months following our first night together. I spent countless hours wondering if Case compared Ray and I as lovers. But as time went on, I thought about my uncle less and less. He wasn’t totally out of my mind, but I didn
