Chapter 3The Face of a Ghost

Chloe didn't take me home immediately. Instead, she drove me to a cemetery in Upstate New York.

She pointed to a tombstone with my name on it, laughing so hard she could barely breathe.

"Look at this guy. Said he didn't love you, but burned paper money for you for five years straight."

"Said he loved you, but dates the heiress of the Vance family. Heard they're close to tying the knot. I'll take you to crash their wedding feast."

I didn't speak, staring at the hyacinths in front of the grave.

My favorite flower.

This deception seemed to have fooled only Liam.

What was he thinking when he heard I died?

I shook my head, chuckling at myself.

He has a new life now. Why dwell on it?

The Vance heiress must be a great girl.

Leaving the cemetery, Chloe chattered non-stop.

"You've been gone five years. The city's changed so much, right?"

"Our old school area is all high-rises now."

"I have a list on my phone of all the best spots I've vetted personally."

"I don't care, you have to come out for a drink with me tonight."

So, without even dropping off my luggage, I was dragged to a bar.

As soon as we sat down, she whispered conspiratorially:

"You've been a nun for years. Want me to order two male models for you to play with tonight?"

My first instinct was to refuse, shaking my head vigorously.

Chloe ignored me.

"Relax, the quality has gone way up in the last two years. Satisfaction guaranteed."

I was shocked. Looks like she does this often.

Meeting my gaze, Chloe shrugged.

"Don't look at me like that. You think I'm silly enough to believe in true love like you?"

Knowing Chloe wanted it, I didn't stop her.