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However, it was Saturday, and I had to work at my second job with The Bayou Funeral Home.
Normally, I wouldn’t go out this early, but I’d gotten a call from Ray Platt, the manager, asking if I could work in the ‘parlor’ as he liked to call it. Really, it was just a glorified receptionist, but still, someone had to do it, and he’d promised me a bonus.
A bonus I needed to pay my part for the foundation to be fixed. Especially now that it was affecting my being able to close and lock the doors. Ordinarily, I shouldn’t have to mess with something like a foundation since I’m renting, but the door not shutting was making me nervous. The landlord told me I would have to kick in some cash if I wanted itdone.
I hadn’t been able to lock my back door in over a week because I couldn’t get it closed all the way.
Luckily my brother was there, even though he’d lost his job and hadn’t been able to pay rent in over a month now. The rent was more reasonable than anywhere else in the area and I could afford it on my own.
“I’m sorry, Brit. I have to go to work at The Bayou today. They needed me to stand in for Stephanie. Again. I could probably be considered full time in that position now with how much I’ve had to do it lately.”
As I spoke, I backed out of the driveway and started to drive away when a yell stopped me in my tracks.
Pressing my footgently on the brake, I looked up to see my neighbor running towards me. At least I thought it was my neighbor, but where yesterday his hair was long and shaggy, today it was short and spiky. Making him look absolutely gorgeous.
“Jesus Christ...” I said to no one in particular.
“What...what?” Brittany yelled into my ear.
I ignored her though and instead cranked the window down keeping the phone wedged in between my face and shoulder.
“Y-yes?” I asked as he placed one hand on the top of my car, and the other on top of my door.
Then he leaned in and asked, “Did you want this stuff on top of your car?”
I looked up, as if I could see through the roof, and groaned. “Yes. Yes I did.”
He smiled wide, showing me straight white teeth, and handed me my bag and drink.
“Thank you,” I said huskily.
His eyes fastened onto my mouth, and then leaned in, kissing me softly on the lips. “You’re welcome.”
Then he was gone, leaving me panting behind him.
“Holy shit,” I exclaimed.
“WHAT?” Brittany yelled into my ear.
She was squealing right along with me as I told her what happened.
“Oh, we are definitely discussing this tomorrow,” she snapped. “I’ll bring the coffee this time.”
I drove to work in a daze, totally out of it. That man’s lips were deadly.
***
Of course, I would have to deal with a grieving family.
Fucking Ray. All he did was see a pretty girl and he had to jump on her the moment she showed up.
Although it was convenient, since the woman seemed to make the crying man’s weeping become harder.
I hated this part, dealing with a man who was so broken up about his daughter’s death.
To make it worse, their daughter was burned alive, which the man made sure to point out to me numerous times. The man’s wife just sat there in shock. She didn’t speak or cry; just sat there and stared blankly into space.
Controlling my shiver, I bid them to take a seat as I watched the woman and Mr. Platt walk back into the back.
