The minute Sam woke, his mind reached for Evie.
I'm right here.
The voice in his head soothed him, and he lay back against his pillows. It was nearly noon, but that was no surprise since they'd been awake until three watching porn. His salacious little ghost had enjoyed every minute of it.
Does that make me a bad person, Sam?
The doubt in her question nearly broke his heart. "Not at all, sugar. It makes you human. There's nothing wrong with being a sensual person - on the contrary, that's a good and glorious thing. Face it, Evie. If you'd been a slut, you wouldn't have died a virgin at the age of twenty-four. Whoever your fiancé was, he would have been a lucky man to have you." Great, now he was jealous of a man who'd probably died in WWI. This just kept getting weirder.
Gervase didn'
