I turned, and for a moment, I totally forgot about the bizarreness that was Peanut. Zayne stood in the hallway with just a towel wrapped around his waist. Water dripped from the ends of his hair, forming beads that coursed down his chest and over the tightly coiled muscles of his lower stomach.

I felt like throwing myself on the couch.

“You were just talking to someone, weren’t you?”

“Yeah.” I found my tongue and made it work. “It was Peanut. Did you know you’d be able to see him now?”

His brows lifted as he looked around. “I don’t see him.”

“He freaked out and fell through the couch and I guess the floor and whatever else.”

Zayne looked at me. “All right, then. And no, I didn’t know I would be able to see him.”

“He said it’s because you’re an angel,” I explained. “And that does make sense. Angels can see ghosts and spirits.”

“At least I’ll now know when he’s creeping on me.”

“I’m not sure that’s something you’re going to appreciate when he randomly walks through a wall.”

“Good point.”

I cracked a grin, thoroughly proud of myself for holding a conversation while he was so utterly distracting in the most marvelous way. “I did get to ask him about the whole Gena thing.”

“Tell me what he said while I find some clothes.” He skimmed a hand through his wet hair, dragging the strands back from his face.

“He claims that Gena is real, but she’s a dead girl.” I followed him back to the bedroom. “Possibly from the puritan era.”

“For real?” He looked over his shoulder at me.

“Knowing Peanut and his remarkable ability to overreact when it comes to everything, it’s anyone’s guess on that.” I made my way over to the bed while he disappeared into the closet. “He said he didn’t tell me the truth because the girl is freaked out by the idea of someone being able to see her.”

“Do you believe him?”

“Honestly? I can’t imagine why he’d lie now.” I picked up my phone and tapped the screen. I saw I had a missed call and text from Dez. “And I don’t know. Maybe it’s a good thing he’s hanging out with other ghosts. When he saw Sam, he about had a meltdown.”

“Why do I find it so funny that your ghost is in need of socialization?” he asked, and a moment later, I felt his lips press against my cheek.

I turned my head toward his, and his mouth met mine. He kissed me softly, sending a shiver dancing down my spine.

When he pulled back, I saw he’d pulled on a pair of blue jeans. A plain gray shirt dangled from one hand as he sat down next to me.