“Who is this Morgan?” Gabe asked. He’d been curious since yesterday, when he’d heard this Morgan guy had seen Gabe carry Liv into her house.
Olivia’s boss cast him a quick sideways look, replying, “Morgan Raines. He was my partner on the Charleston PD.”
Oh, right. She’d been on the job. Gabe had known that, but he’d forgotten. He suddenly began to feel a little bad about being so hard on her.
“Morgan’s been dead for almost eight years,” the woman added.
Which pretty much made the “feeling bad” thing dissipate. He had a sudden urge to stick his fingers in his ears and sing “La la la” in order to drown out the conversation. God help him, he was getting in so far over his head that he couldn’t even see the surface of the water anymore.
Olivia licked her lips and nodded. “Have you ever, uh, felt him? Morgan, I mean?”
The brunette blinked, then shifted in her seat, looking uncomfortable for the first time since he’d met her. Which led Gabe to believe he really didn’t want to hear her answer, because he suspected he’d thereafter be hearing “Unchained Melody” and picturing Patrick Swayze and Demi Moore having ghost sex. The very idea made him rise to his feet and walk over to the reception desk, lean against it and cross his arms over his chest.
“I’m sorry,” Olivia said. “It doesn’t matter. The point is, I did. I felt him.”
Julia’s jaw dropped open, “Morgan?”