After I’d showered and dressed and made it to the kitchen, Dex was there waiting, true to his word, fully dressed himself.
“How long have you been here?” I asked.
“Here in the kitchen or here as a ghost?”
I shivered at that blatant reference to his being dead. “I guess the latter.”
Dex shrugged. “Since I died. I’ve been waiting for you to come back to me.”
“You’ve been waiting a long time then. God, Dex you’ve been dead for—”
“I knew you would come one day.” He smiled wryly. “Admittedly it took longer than I’d hoped. You must be somewhere around the age you were as Owen.”
“I’m thirty-six.”
“Yes, that’s about right. Given that, I assume you likely had another lifetime or two since you died here.”
I frowned. “I don’t remember other lifetimes.”
“You probably wouldn’t. I don’t know t
