“Yes, of course.”
“And no more cheating at cards.”
He raised his hands in surrender. “I wouldn’tdare.”
“Mm-hmm.” Her phone vibrated and she took it out of her back pocket and quietly cursed. “The caterers are here—ugh. Can you two finish setting out the decorations?”
I gave her a salute. “Aye, aye, boss.”
“Weirdo,” she muttered and left out the front door, shouting at the caterers to move the van around back—“No, not through thegrass, youheathens.”
When she was gone, Ben took a sunflower out of one of the vases and tapped me on the nose with it. “Your sister’s doing a great job with the business.”
“She is, isn’t she?” I looked around at the parlors, strewn with colorful flowers and pearly white ribbons, and I wished Dad couldhave seen it. A wedding in a house of death. I kissed Ben on the cheek. “Thank you for being here.”
“Thank you for inviting me. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be than beside you.”
I rolled my eyes and playfully shoved him away. “Stop being so sappy,” I complained, hoping he didn’t notice my reddening ears. If he talked like that much more, I was going to be in a permanent state of blush.
He liked me; it was still so hard to believe.
Benji Andoradoredme.
And for the first time since Dad passed, everything felt almost perfect. The sky was this almost-perfect crimson—the color of Dad’s suit when we buried him—and the sweltering July heat had abated to a soft humidity that still felt sticky, but it was as close to perfect as you could get in the summer, and the entire town had come to watch my brother and his husband say their actually perfect vows.
They slipped on each other’s rings and professed their love under the ancient rafters that had echoed more sobs than cheers, and the purpling light of evening eased softly in through the windows, painting everything in shadowy hues of rose, and it was a fitting wedding for a funeral home.
Dad would have loved it.
After the wedding we popped champagne and played Dad’s favorite burned CD and danced through the parlors to all the good goodbyes, because endings were just new beginnings. And right now, we were happy, and Carver and Nicki were dancing with each other, and Rose and Alice were flirting in the kind of way that would lead to something else.
(What kind of romance writer would I be if I didn’t see how they fell?)
Because the same look was on my face, too, every time I looked at Ben. When he left to get us a refresher of champagne, Mom slid up beside me and gave a hard sigh. “Would it be frowned upon if, during the couples’ dance, I danced, too?”
I offered out my arm to my mom. “I’m not Dad, but I can dance with you.”
“I’d love that, sweetheart, but I was referring to your man.”
And just as she said that, Ben swooped in and offered his hand to—mymom.I gasped, scandalized. Ben said, “Patience makes the heart grow fonder.”
“What charm!” Mom cackled and wiggled her eyebrows at me as she let Ben lead her into the throng.
He winked.
(Ugh, this was for saying I’d put googly eyes on his washboard abs, wasn’t it?)
I moped about on the edge of the parlor like a lonely island, swilling the red punch that wasmost definitelyspiked. Everyone had someone to dance with—even themayor. And here I was, left to lean against one of the tall tables with the owner of Bar None and Bruno. They were smoking cigars that reminded me of the ones Dad liked—strong and sweet.
Bruno nudged his chin toward Ben and Mom dancing. “I haven’t seen your mom so happy in ages.”
“He’s a catch,” the owner agreed.
I bit the side of my cheek to hide a grin, watching Ben trip over his own feet. He and Mom laughed, and it pulled at something deep in my chest. It ached, but not in the way I’d felt when Dad died. It was a good sort of pain. The kind that reminded me that I was still alive, and there was still life to live and memories to make and people to meet.
“How’d you meet him?” Bruno asked.
I tilted my head. The song ended, and I wondered how to explain it. He was a ghost who haunted me after I failed at turning in his grandmother’s last manuscript—“I met him at work,” I finally supplied. “I thought he was an absolute stuck-up asshole at first.”