Chapter 167

Camilla's POV:

“Died.”

“Oh,” he said.

“Died?”

But instead of answering my question, he shook his head.

“I don’t understand,” he said, in tones of wonder.

“I don’t understand how it is that you can see me. All these years, no one has ever...”

“Yeah,” I said, cutting him off. I hear this kind of thing a lot, you understand.

“Well, listen, the times, you know, they are a-changin’. So what’s your glitch?”

He blinked at me with those big dark eyes. His eyelashes were longer than mine.

It isn’t often I run into a ghost who also happens to be a hottie, but this guy…boy, he must have been something back when he was alive because here he was dead and I was already trying to catch a peek at what was going on beneath the white shirt he was wearing very much open at the throat, exposing quite a bit of his chest, and some of his stomachs, too.

Do ghosts have six-packs? This was not something I had ever had occasion—or a desir