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“Yes, I can, and it looks good, but you better pray Mr. Brooks doesn’t see you before you take off with your hot biker. He’ll say you should be working.”

I rolled my eyes and hitched my purse over my shoulder. “He is not my biker.”

“But you admit that he is hot.”

I waved my hand in front of my face. “I could be blind, Dorothy, and I would still be able to tell Mace is hot. And I have nothing to do today. I got everything done over the weekend, so I can take today off without feeling guilty.”

“What if we get a body?” She propped her hands on her hips.

“Then you, Merv, and Bruce can handle it. It’s not like you’ll have to plan and have the funeral today. I’ll be back tonight, and all will be back to normal tomorrow.” This was one of the downsides of working at the funeral home. You were on call twenty-four hours a day, and time off was not a thing. Today it would be, though. I was meeting with Mace’s lawyer, and hopefully, we were going to get this whole Kent Bing crap taken care of.

Dorothy fanned her face with her hand. “His name alone is hot,” she panted.

“Down, girl,” I laughed.

“Is his friend coming with him today?” she asked.

The roar of a motorcycle sounded outside. “Why don’t we go find out? Maybe you could ask him for a ride if he brought his hot friend.”

Dorothy wiggled her eyebrows. “What kind of ride are we talking about?”

“Dear God,” I laughed. “You are absolutely shameless, Dorothy.”

“You love it,” she smirked. She pushed open the front door and held it open for me. “Your hot biker awaits, my lady.”

I slid my sunglasses over my eyes and stepped into the sunlight.

Mace was here, and he had brought his friend with him again, but someone was riding behind his friend.

A woman.

Dorothy was likely going to have to miss that ride she was hoping for.

“Oh shoot,” she whispered. She cupped her hand over her eyes and watched Mace’s friend help the woman off the bike.

“Maybe it is his sister,” I murmured.

The woman leaned up on her tiptoes and kissed the man’s lips.

“Or not,” I cringed.

“Why can’t I have that?” Dorothy moaned. “I just want a hot biker who will drive me around on the back of his bike and kiss me in the funeral home parking lot.”

“I didn’t know you had a thing for bikers?” I laughed and bumped Dorothy with my shoulder. “Or is that a newfound love.”

“I mean, I of course, watchedSons of Anarchyand would have loved to take Tara’s place on the back of Jax’s bike, but I guess I’m really just looking for a guy who will like me longer than it takes to mess up my sheets.”

Mace made his way over to us, with his friends following behind.

“We could have come in,” Mace called.

I shrugged. “We heard you pull up and decided a little fresh air would be good for Dorothy since she’ll be cooped up inside all day.”

“I will be?” Dorothy asked. “I was kind of thinking I’d camp out on your deck upstairs and wait for the phone to ring for our next… client.” She smiled sheepishly.

“Does she mean dead body?” the woman behind Mace asked. “Can I stay with her while you guys head back to Sacramento?”

“Mitzy,” the man next to her scolded. “Just one time, can you hold in your thoughts?”

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