Chapter 1Like most of the best stories, this one involves a dead body, and since I own a funeral home, dead bodies are not a problem for me. Certainly not as big a problem as Charlie Soder. How do I explain Charlie? And how do I solve this Charlie-shaped problem that fell into my lap?
Charlie. Charlie. Charlie.
Charlie!
I was smitten. Okay, there’s that. Let’s be honest, shall we? Let’s tell the truth. Let’s put it out there in words that even I can understand. My new funeral home embalmer and all-round assistant is a looker, a piece of eye candy so sweet I’m afraid my eyes will get diabetes just from looking at him. All the standard things: blond hair, silky and soft, courtesy of Nordic ancestors. Oddly dark eyes that can only be described as soulful and penetrating. Pale skin, fine mu
