Waking up to find a cute guy sitting on your bed might be a dream come true for some girls.But not me.Especially when the guy was dead-and some people think I killed him.Normally ghosts don't scare me. Coming from a long line of psychics, I'd been weaned on Ghosts, Spirits, and Angels 101. I've had visions of the future and long chatty conversations with my spirit guide. But this was different. This was Kip. Seeing him so alive and real-only six months after his death was beyond freaky. Terror sliced through me like a sharp blade."Go away!" I shouted, then ducked underneath my pillow, my eyes shut tightly and my heart pounding furiously.Please let this be a bad dream. Yeah, that must be it. I was having a nightmare or maybe a reaction to the pain medication. I remembered falling asleep, relieved to be out of the hospital and back in my own familiar quilted bed. After surviving a deadly road accident, it was logical that I'd dream about car crashes-including the tragedy that would always haunt me.
