Chapter 65

He stroked my shoulder. “Give me a few minutes. We have a bunch more rubbers.”

I laughed. I pinched his nipple. “No, not that kind of request.”

“Bummer.”

“Anyway, I’d like to go to her grave.”

To which he replied, “Closure?”

I shrugged. “Something like that. I mean, we couldn’t figure out who killed her, and I sort of want to go and apologize.”

“To a dead woman you didn’t even know?”

I craned my neck up and stared into all that glorious blue. “But I feel like I do know her,” I told him. “Does that make any sense?”

He grinned. “Not a lick.”

I nodded. I blinked. “Fine. But can we go anyway?”

“We?”

“I think she’d like you,” I said. “You’re very likeable. You know, when you’re not bullying me and giving me all sorts of complexes.”

He slapped my shoulder. “You can’t keep using that against me, you know.”

“No?” I said. “How much longer can I try?”

He pulled me in tight. “Okay, okay. We’ll go. But how do we even know where she’s buried?”