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as a teenager, she would know that his first car was also a Dodge Challenger, and that he loved that car. Possibly a little too much, in my opinion. Kind of like how he loved the black beast I was currently shoving groceries into. Boys and their toys.
    Once I had finished loading the groceries into the trunk, I pushed the cart over to the return, and then I headed back to Oliver’s car. I saw Lacey a few aisles over. She was sitting in her minivan. She was watching me, and I was pretty sure she was waiting for Oliver to join me.
    I slipped into the passenger seat and waited. Not long, though. He slid into the driver’s seat, and I handed him the key as he clicked his seatbelt into place.
    “She’s still watching us,” I told him.
    “I know,” he distractedly responded, his focus on his ex-girlfriend in the rearview mirror. “She’s following us,” he said as we pulled out of the parking lot. “I’ll lose her on the freeway.”
    “Have you considered letting her see you? Maybe let her have some closure by letting her know you’re okay?” I couldn’t believe I was saying it. I mean, he ’d once had feelings for this girl, and I was encouraging him to spend time with her. I gave myself a mental shake. That stuff didn’t matter anymore. He loved me.
    He glanced at me for a quick second, then he returned his attention to the road ahead and to the rearview mirror. “I thought I made her go crazy a few years back,” he began. “She showed up at the cemetery while I was there. She caught a glimpse of me and, well, she was positive it was me. She started telling people that she had seen me. Of course everyone she told thought she was insane. Felix intervened, but she somehow held onto the memory.”
    “Do you think she still loves you?” I questioned.
    “Not like that, Laney,” he glanced over at me again, his dark, sunglassed-eyes meeting my own. “I think it’s like you said, a lack of closure. I agree that it might be good for her, but I can’t really tell her why I am still alive, right?”
    I could see his point, but I still felt really bad for her.
    “We were friends long before we dated,” he began again, “and we didn’t actually date that long. I think she just misses her friend,” he finished.
    This new information made the whole situation even sadder.
    We had been speeding down the freeway in silence for a while when Oliver said, “She just took an off-ramp. We’re good.” He reached for my hand and held it as we headed to the long, windy road which led back to the house. “Some people just never let go of things, Laney.” He sensed my concern. “I have checked on her at different times of the year and she’s fine. It’s just this time of year, around the anniversary of my death, that she gets this way.” He shrugged. “There is really nothing more I can do.”
    “It’s kind of sad,” I said.
    He nodded. “Yeah, it is. But on the other hand, it’s also a relief to me that the worst thing to ever happen to her was losing me. She has had no other tragedy in her life.”
    “I wonder what that’s like?” I questioned under my breath.
    “You and me both.” He pulled my hand to his lips and kissed the backs of my fingers. “However, I would not have you if it weren’t for my tragic human end.” He kissed my fingers again. I couldn’t help the smile that touched my lips.
    After a few minutes, I asked, “Did you love her?”
    He gently squeezed my hand. “Laney, I didn’t even know what love was until I met you.” He flashed me a breathtakingly, heart-achingly, perfect half-smile.
    I felt myself melting. “Good answer,” I softly responded.

Chapter 4
    The Setting Sun
    I loved the front of the house. Well, I loved the entire house and everything about it, but the front, in the daylight, was just spectacular.
    The pale yellow cottage had white scroll accents , and the wraparound porch was white with beautifully scrolled pillars. The path leading up to the front steps was