Almost You (SUNSHINE AND HAPPINESS) by Skylar M. Cates EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Skylar M. Cates
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Christopher
The ghost was annoying and in my way.
He hovered in front of me, blocking the trail I needed to take.
“You’re the psychic, right? A human who visits here? I want to hire you.
I don’t have money on me, obviously. But if you find my family, they
might. Maybe we could figure out a payment plan?”
“Medium, actually, is the preferred term.”
“You look more like a rock ‘n’ roll roadie than a medium.” He glanced
at my leather jacket and ripped jeans.
I guessed the roadie part was ’cause of my burly size and the visible
neck tattoos, which included a musical note. Or maybe it was my unkempt
dark hair that skimmed my shoulders. Abby used to beg me to cut it. Said
she wanted to see my blue eyes more.
Abby no longer had a say in my looks. Besides, I dressed for comfort
when scouting ghosts for clients. The landscape in this realm was always
changing, so being too dressy made no sense. Layers were key.
This ghost was my opposite: slender to my stocky, pretty-eyed and
youthful to my street-smart and jaded. He was irritatingly handsome, even
in death.
“I don’t remember my name.” He frowned. “But I must have a bank
account.”
“Good luck accessing it.” I examined his threadbare T-shirt and scuffed
sandals. Who was he to judge my looks?
He followed my gaze. “Yeah, my clothes aren’t the best. If I’d known
this was my for-all-eternity outfit, I’d have dressed better.”
He locked eyes with me and smiled.
I didn’t smile back.
I’d had a crap year. Not business-wise—many people were contacting
me for séances. I’d done guest spots on talk shows, had a few celebrity
clients. Things were good there. No, the crap part was my personal life,
which had left me exhausted to the point where escaping the human realm
was a massive relief. I’d been hurt by my ex in ways I’d never imagined.
Abby, who was so kind and loved everybody and everything, couldn’t love
me anymore. What did that say about me?
I moved past him. I needed to go—in the human realm, I currently sat
with my distraught client, and I’d yet to complete the job of contacting her
dead father.
I doubted the ghost even saw the green path behind him. Ghosts had
terrible perception their first days—they had to learn to use their five senses
again.
“Wait! Please?” The ghost dogged my steps. “You’re the first to even
talk to me here. I need help.” His face was etched with pain.
Fuck. It was a beautiful face.
Most newbie ghosts arrived frail with old age or sickly features, mostly
around their tired eyes and saggy skin. Not him. He’d died in the prime of
his life. He didn’t have a clue about death-mode versus altered-mode. After
a while, the ghosts realized they could change appearance at will and were
not stuck in death-mode.
Immediately, they’d change to their younger, fitter
selves. It was like having the best filter imaginable. No need for plastic
surgery when you could make your nose smaller or cheeks sharper. A
homely ghost or two would try altering things completely, but it rarely
worked.
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