“Oh, don’t be so glum. Are you sure that you still don’t want to use my idea? I’ll bet we’d have a hundred old ladies in here before sundown.”
“I’m only smiling at you because I know that you’re kidding.”
“Oh-ho! But I can see it now! ‘Contact the spirits of your deceased loved ones. Private, low cost, discounts for groups!’ It could really get our foot in the door. We could retire to Glendala, rich old business men wearing satins and sipping dragon’s brew.” Em smiled delightedly at his partner’s narrowed gaze.
Hawke smiled languidly. “I ought to start it, just to see you eat your words.”
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