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“Wow.” Huck wasn’t sure how to define what he was feeling right now. He thought he should be happy to hear his parents were alive and doing so well, but his chest was oddly hollow.

“What’s wrong?” Grant’s brow furrowed.

“Pants.” Huck smiled sadly.

“Huh?”

“My cat. Her name is Mandy MewPants.”

“Sorry.” Grant grimaced, and he frowned again. “Are you okay?”

Huck knew he should say something, but he couldn’t think of anything. Nothing sounded right, and there was a horrible knot twisting up inside of him. “I…”

“What is it?” Grant was sharing his energy now, a large surge, to allow himself to reach over and take Huck’s hands. “Did I say something wrong?”

“No, no.” Huck returned the energy with the same vigor with which he’d used to move the nail around earlier today, and he was pleased that he could feel Grant’s hand with amazing clarity. He carefully laced their fingers together, savoring the slide of their skin and the heat emanating from Grant. He thought he could even feel Grant’s fluttering pulse.

He knew Grant was waiting for him to reply, and he was struggling to get the right words together. “It… It was…” He sighed. “Shit.”

Grant offered a patient smile. “Hey, it’s okay. Take your time.”

“It was selfish of me to want to make contact with them,” Huck said at last. “They already buried me. They probably went through fucking hell in court, having to remember why they were there every day… because I died. I wanted to give them a message for me. Just for me. Without thinking what it might do to them.

“My dad believes in ghosts, heh, but my mom? No way. They’d fight, I just know it. If we tried to send them a letter, even if you just said you found it, I think it… I think it would just upset them. And I don’t want to hurt them.”

“I’m so sorry,” Grant said earnestly. “I really wasn’t trying to upset you either—”

“Upset me?” Huck beamed, brightening back up. “I’m the one who asked, right? And you just told me that my parents are alive, apparently rich, and living in their dream home with my damn cat. I can’t really ask for more than that.”

“Are you sure?”

“Totally. Thank you.” Huck raised Grant’s hands to kiss them, his energy seamlessly shifting so his lips actually pressed to Grant’s warm skin. “Thank you for everything.”

“You’re welcome.” Grant’s face was flushed, and there was that dazzling smile again. “If you ever change your mind, just let me know, okay? I’ll do whatever you want.”

“Whatever I want, huh?” Huck teased. “Really?”

“Okay, within reason.” Grant rolled his eyes playfully.

“Yeah? Well then.” Eager to put the distressing conversation about his parents behind them, Huck stood and pulled Grant up with him. “What if I want you to come with me right now on a little field trip?”

“A field trip?” Grant laughed. “Where?”

“It’s a surprise.”

“A surprise field trip in a haunted hotel with a ghost? Right, because that doesn’t sound like a setup to a bad horror movie.”

“Really?” Huck grinned, teasing, “I kinda think it does. Maybe you should be a writer. You could make it a good horror movie.”

“Ha, you think so?”

“Yeah! Make sure no one splits up, no one reads any cursed books, and they all just leave as soon as the spooky shit starts going down.”

“Hmm.” Grant pretended to think. “But what about surprise field trips with handsome ghosts? Are those okay?”

“Oh, absolutely.” Huck kissed Grant’s hand. “As long as the very handsome hero wants to go with him.”

Grant’s smile could have lit up the entire hotel.

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