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“Then we’ll discuss next steps.” He tossed the napkin on his empty plate. “Be here at seven tomorrow morning. Wear comfortable clothing. Something that allows you to undress quickly.”
I winked at him. “I always do.”
“You can stop flirting now,” Dusty whispered. “You sealed the deal.”
Not yet I didn’t. One step down. Two to go—if we were lucky.
CHAPTER6
Nana Pratt stared at the bouquet of daisies in front of her headstone. “I’d prefer gladiolus next time.”
“It’s not the best time of year for gladiolus, but I’ll see what I can do.” The elderly ghost had requested that I “spruce up” her headstone in the cemetery so that it didn’t look neglected. I agreed in exchange for her silence before ten each morning. I tended to be grumpy in the early hours, and her incessant chatter didn’t improve my mood.
“You should relocate the scarecrow,” she said. “The birds have migrated to the other field around back.”
“I’m not protecting crops. Why not let them be?”
She bristled with anger. “I haven’t been spending all my time helping you fix up this yard just to watch it fall prey to a flock of greedy birds.”
“You’re a ghost, Nana Pratt. All you have is time to spend.”
She looked away from me, momentarily distracted. “Oh, my! The handsome werewolf is coming up the walkway.” She still seemed to get a thrill out of the presence of shapeshifters in town. I had a feeling Nana Pratt had carnal desires she’d left unexplored during her lifetime.
Sure enough, I peered around the corner of the house to see Weston Davies, alpha of the Arrowhead Pack, striding toward the front porch. He wore the tight jeans he favored, along with a T-shirt that spanned his six-pack beneath a black jacket. His light brown hair curled at the edges, like he’d recently stepped out of the shower. His rugged jawline was covered in five o’clock shadow.
I let loose a shrill whistle and waved.
“That wasn’t very ladylike,” Nana Pratt admonished me as West turned and headed in my direction.
“When have you seen me do anything ladylike?”
The elderly ghost appeared thoughtful. “You wore a dress to lunch today.”
“That wasn’t my choice.”
“Did you whistle at me because I’m a werewolf?” West demanded.
Oops. “Not at all. It was the most effective way to get your attention.”
West glanced at the daisies on the ground. “Pretty. Daisies are underrated.”
I shot Nana Pratt a triumphant look. The ghost dissipated in protest.
“I hope you don’t mind that I dropped by unannounced,” he continued.
“Everyone else ignores the ‘No Trespassing’ sign. Why shouldn’t you?”
“I didn’t think it applied to visitors. It isn’t like I’m trying to sell you something.”
“No, but I’m guessing you’d like my help with a problem, which is almost the same thing.”
He seemed to take that on board. “Actually, I came here to share information.”
“Is this about the Welshes selling their house because the husband was caught cheating with his secretary? If so, I got all caught up at the grocery store.”
He stared at me for a beat. “That’s not information. That’s gossip.”
“Isn’t it the same thing?”
