I didn’t even care that were standing in the middle of a church, that Owen had just attempted to have Jonathan’s spirit exiled to another realm, or that Jonathan was wearing a boring gray suit with . . . what were those white collar things called? Eh, didn’t matter. With my arms around his neck, I squeezed him even harder, then felt my feet leave the ground as he hugged me back. A small burst of laughter escaped me, then my toes found the ground again.I pulled back, smiling. “How long have you been with us? I didn’t feel you.”“The whole time.” He kept an arm around me, then swiveled to face his geeky nemesis. “I didn’t hover too close, because I didn’t want to scare Owen any more than he already was.”“That’s so considerate of you.” I leaned into him, tilting my head against his chest—which was admittedly kind of weird because he was in a grownup’s body. Then I glanced at Owen. “Didn’t I tell you he was nice?”Owen took a step backward. “He just zombied the minister’s body.
