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“I’m a grim reaper. It’s my job to get souls to the porters.”
    I didn’t know whether to laugh or run screaming from the restroom. There wasn’t enough liquor in the world to drown the images of the things I witnessed. Not enough soap to scrub away the feel of Leroy sticking to me. And there was no denying I might have completely lost my mind.
    Nate cleared his throat. “And you’re a grim reaper too.”
    Okay, I’d definitely lost my mind.

CHAPTER TWO

    “Me a reaper? Very funny.” I pointed my shaking finger at Nate. “Okay, I’m leaving now. You just stay there and…well, just stay there.”
    “Lisa.”
    That brought me up short. During our initial struggle with Leroy’s ghost he’d called me Lisa . “How do you know my name?”
    “I’ve been watching you for a while.” He took a step toward me.
    “Don’t come any closer, stalker boy.” I spazed and plastered my body against the door. My left hand fumbled in my coat pocket and I hauled out my deadly set of keys. “I will gouge your eyes out.”
    Nate looked up at the ceiling, his jaw clenching and unclenching. “I knew this was a mistake.”
    “What? Killing me in a public bathroom?” In an effort to back up my threat, I jabbed the pointy end of a key at him. “That would be a very big mistake. My dad used to be a cop.”
    “I told them you weren’t cut out to be a reaper, but nobody listened to me.”
    “What do you mean not cut out to be a reaper?” Rational thought and action sometimes eluded me. Instead of going along with his assumption that I couldn’t do the job, I rallied my bruised pride and foolishness. “If there was such a thing as a reaper, which there isn’t, I’d be awesome at it. And for your information, I’ve got a black belt in Karate.”
    He shook his head. “No, you don’t.”
    “How would you know?” Stupid question, he was a stalker after all.
    “It’s my job to know everything about the reapers in my zone.”
    “Okay.” I shook my keys at him. “Then tell me about myself.”
    “You’re thirty-five, a mother of three, and your husband died a year ago today.”
    “You could have Googled that.” I pulled on the door handle and tried to flip the lock open, but it wouldn’t move.
    “I didn’t.” He walked toward me. I faced him, sliding to the corner, with my keys still held in attack mode. “You’ve been on our radar for some time, but with your husband’s death I didn’t think it would be wise to approach you about being a grim reaper.”
    “Good plan, let’s keep it like that.” I reached for the handle again but he slammed his foot in front of the door, preventing my escape. I glared at him. “As a matter of fact, let’s never speak of it again.”
    With everything I’d just experienced, and now this guy claiming I was a reaper, it was just too much to take in.
    “We need to talk about it, Lisa. Now that you’ve activated your powers, a decision needs to be made.”
    “Fine, I’ve decided to ignore my reaperness, you, and—” I made a circle with my hand, indicating the other end of the bathroom. “The whole paranormal shindig that may or may not have happened.”
    “I’m afraid it’s not as simple as that.” He ran his hand through his hair, giving it a messy appearance that made him even cuter. “You need to be informed before you make a decision.”
    “No, I really don’t. I’ve made plenty of uninformed decisions. Turducken, skinny jeans, the fruit diet, all bad judgments, yet here I am, right as rain.”
    “This isn’t the same as making a poor fashion choice. There are entities you have to report to now that you’ve reaped Leroy Badder.”
    “I did not reap Leroy Badder. He just—kind of—stuck to me.”
    Nate held his hands out to his side and gave me a look that said duh . “Same thing. You have to answer for it.”
    I narrowed my gaze. “Who are these entities? Like the Human Resource Department of reapers or bigger, like God or Satan?”
    “We