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“Who also just so happens to be our new boss,” Dorothy muttered.
“Dorothy,” Imogen called.
“I’ll just show myself around while you guys work.” I really wasn’t going to judge anything they did unless they decided to roll Uncle around like a basketball. “Except for upstairs, right?” I nodded to Imogen. “That’s where you live.”
Imogen smiled. “Uh, yes. And I would advise you not to venture into my apartment unless you want to surprise Mace.”
“And he doesn’t take surprises very well,” Dorothy muttered.
“Duly noted,” I chuckled.
Imogen motioned for Dorothy to come to her. “Let’s go get those programs done.”
Dorothy reluctantly headed toward Imogen. “If you have any questions, we’ll be in the office.”
I nodded and smiled. “Thank you.”
They headed out of the viewing room, and I looked around until my eyes landed on Uncle.
“I should have known you were going to have some screwy, out-of-this-world end, Uncle Donald,” I chuckled. I walked toward him, half expecting him to just come to life, but he didn’t. “And you could have told me how beautiful Dorothy is,” I added.
Uncle didn’t answer.
This was probably another thing he had planned.
He knew I would be willing to take over the funeral home, but he also knew Dorothy and Imogen were going to be a curveball thrown at me.
Dorothy especially.
Chapter Five
Dorothy
“He’s so hot, Imogen,” I moaned, unable to deny it.
Imogen rolled her eyes and folded the last program with practiced efficiency. “Talk much louder, and he’s going to hear you.”
I glanced at the closed door, feeling a rush of nervousness. “You and I both know this office is so insulated that we wouldn’t be able to hear an airplane landing in the parking lot with the door closed.”
Imogen smirked, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “True, but let’s not tempt fate.”
She wasn’t wrong. Imogen and I had tested out just how soundproof the office was before. A few years ago, fueled by a bit too much liquid courage, we decided to conduct an experiment. We took turns standing inside the office, screaming at the top of our lungs, while the other listened from outside the closed door. Each time, neither of us could hear the other. Mr. Brooks had always boasted about how well-insulated the offices were, and he wasn’t exaggerating.
Though I was still worried Rocco would walk in at any moment and catch me fawning over him.
“And I don’t think he’s that good-looking,” Imogen mused, interrupting my thoughts.
I rolled my eyes, a playful grin tugging at the corners of my lips. “That’s because you lean toward the hot biker type now. Rocco is more of a sexy man from the city with a hint of bad boy to him.”
“Sounds like you’ve thought about this,” Imogen teased, her tone filled with amusement. “A lot.”
I shrugged nonchalantly, trying to play it cool. “Yeah, well, when you don’t sleep, you’ve got a lot of time to think.”
Imogen raised an eyebrow skeptically. “I still don’t know why you lost sleep over Rocco. We both know that he can’t fire us. Mr. Brooks promised we would always have a job here as long as we want it.”
There was Imogen, always the voice of reason. I stood up from my desk and held out my hand for the other stack of programs. “Because he may not be able to fire us, but he could still make our lives miserable. And that would ultimately make us quit, which means he wins.”
Imogen wrinkled her nose, considering my words carefully. “Uh, I didn’t get the feeling that Rocco was trying to win anything. I mean, he pretty much told us to just do our jobs and not worry about him.” Imogen stood as well, smoothing down her black dress with a row of buttons down the front.
