“Hello?” “Morning, sweetie,” my mother said. “Did I wake you?” I sat up and closed my eyes to minimize the pounding in my head. “Yeah, but it’s okay. What’s up?” “Just calling to find out where you were.” I glanced at the clock. Aw hell. Breakfast. “At the townhouse. Let me shower and I’ll head over.” “Hot date?” she asked hopefully. The pain behind my eyes intensified. Someday she’d learn to stop pestering me about my love life. Apparently not today. “No, a job. Reanimated husband haunting.” “Wow, those are rare.” She did a pretty good job of covering the disappointment in her voice. “I know. It was a referral from another client. Nice payout too.” “Good for you.”