A ghostly chaperon. No thank you, Roger thought as he watched her join him with the firewhiskey. Who wanted a party pooping ghost around when he had a pretty young thing like Angelina around and a bottle of Ogden's? Not Roger.
"I'd only be sad because you'd be denying a beautiful, handsome truth," he corrected because hey, no one had to tell him he was a good looking bloke to know that he was handsome. Not that there was any shortage of women to tell him exactly that. "I don't think I want to invite Ned back for a drinking game," he said, draping his arms across the back of the couch.