Love at a Funeral and Other Awkward Conversations

Death is an awkward matchmaker...

When my brother suddenly passes away, shattering my family, I’m left to pick up the pieces.

Then Vince Mancini knocks on my door. My brother’s best friend from high school—and the boy I used to love—is a funeral director, and he promises to answer whenever I call.

With his steadfast nature and warm smile, he becomes the anchor the storm, willing to hold me up as everything falls at me feet. He sees through all my bluster, and it’s easy to remember why I’d hung on his every word.

Now, he thinks he can fix me, even though there’s a lump of clay where my heart used to be.

Which makes the fluttering in my chest all the more disconcerting. And this hurt? It’s too much too soon.