Chapter 2
Four months earlier
“‘Handsome Florida cop seeks Colorado cutie who sings like an angel.’ How does that sound?” Goose asked.
“What are you doing?” I tried to peek at his iPhone, as we cuddled together in bed the night before I was scheduled to finally return to work at the pharmacy the first full week in June.
“Placing a personal ad.”
“Oh. And here I thought you had, um, eyes only for me.”
Our newest ghostly adventure had begun back in April, before we’d even been released from the hospital following a near death experience. Actually, we weren’t near death. We were dead. All the way dead. Clearly most sincerely dead, until our guardian angels intervened.
“Eyes and everything else,” Goose assured me with a kiss. “I couldn’t be happier. Shouldn’t everybody be?”
I knew what
