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Rocco sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I guess I wanted to talk to you guys about the future of the funeral home. Since Uncle left it to me in his will, and I’m the new guy, I want to make sure we’re all on the same page moving forward. We each take on the same workload.”
I felt a surge of relief wash over me. “Oh. Well, that’s... good to know.” Yeah, I sounded lame, but I was honestly so freaking glad that he wasn’t planning on giving Imogen and me the boot.
Thank god!
Rocco gave me a small smile, his eyes warmed with understanding. “Yeah. I’m sorry if I scared you guys. I’m sure just having me there watching you guys wasn’t the most stress-free work environment.”
I nodded, feeling a sense of gratitude welling up inside me. “No, it’s okay. I’m just glad we cleared that up. I was ready to pretend to know what I was talking about when it came to the will, and let me tell you, I really don’t know anything about wills.”
“Me neither,” Rocco laughed.
We sat in comfortable silence for a moment, the tension dissipating with each passing second. It felt good to have this weight off my chest, to know that I still had a job and a future at Brooks Mortuary and Cremation.
“So, um, what now?” I asked, breaking the silence.
Rocco shrugged, a hint of uncertainty in his expression. “I guess we just keep doing what we’re doing. And maybe we should have a meeting tomorrow anyway, just to discuss things and make sure we’re all on the same page.”
I nodded. “Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. I’ll let Imogen know.” I cleared my throat and glanced to the side. “And maybe let her know that I even came here in the first place.”
Rocco chuckled and shook his head. “Working with you and Imogen is going to be an experience, isn’t it?”
I couldn’t help but smile. “Just wait until we tell you about the clown funeral.”
Chapter Nine
Dorothy
Imogen sat back in her chair, a pleasant look of relief on her face.
“There is one more thing,” I announced, breaking the brief silence that followed our conversation with Rocco.
“There is?” Imogen asked, her brow furrowed in confusion.
We had just finished our now-not-so-scary meeting with Rocco, and Imogen seemed to be under the impression that we were done. We were, but not quite.
I glanced at Rocco, who looked equally puzzled, before turning back to Imogen. “Uh, yeah. Since we don’t have any upcoming funerals, could Imogen have some time off?”
Rocco tilted his head to the side, studying Imogen with a curious expression. “Are you sure that Imogen wants time off? She’s looking mighty confused right now.”
I waved my hand dismissively in Imogen’s direction. “She’s got baby brain and can’t remember anything.”
“Hey,” Imogen protested, a hint of offense in her voice. “It’s not my fault this baby is sucking everything from me.”
I chuckled, knowing that she wasn’t really upset. “See, she really needs some time off.”
Imogen sighed, leaning back in her chair, and absentmindedly rubbed her swollen belly. “I don’t even know what I would do with time off.”
I leveled my gaze at her. “Spend time in bed with that sexy biker who loves you more than his last breath.”
Imogen’s eyes lit up at the mention of her boyfriend, a dreamy smile spreading across her face. She lovingly rubbed her pregnant belly, lost in thoughts of Mace. “I mean, I could do that.”
Rocco chuckled, a warm smile played at the corners of his lips. “Well, it sounds like you’ve got a plan then. Consider yourself officially on vacation, Imogen.”
Imogen seemed to snap out of her love stupor. “Wait, what? You can’t be serious. I don’t even know what a vacation means, honestly. I’ve never had one.”
And that was the number one reason why Imogen needed one so badly. “You do nothing,” I laughed. “Go to Sacramento, spend time with Mace and the club, and then you can come back refreshed and ready to embalm like a pro.”
“Uh, you probably could have left the embalming part out,” Rocco laughed.
