Love and Neckties - Lacey Black Page 0,8

door. A burst of warmth hits me as soon as I step into the private hallway in the basement of the funeral home. Families never come back this far, as this is where we prepare the bodies for burial or cremation.

My eyes land on Harper and the wide smile on her face. A smile can be deceiving, but hers seems to be one full of happiness, which causes me to pause in confusion. “What’s wrong?” I ask, adjusting my cuff links as I tend to do when nervous.

“Nothing,” she replies right away, still the smile plays on her face. “Do I need a reason to stop by and see my older brother?”

I think for a few seconds about her question. No, technically, she doesn’t need a reason to stop by, however, we’ve never been much for random visits at the workplace. Especially her workplace. In fact, I’ve never casually dropped by. It’s not that I’m against it; it’s just her boutique makes me…uncomfortable. Panties and bras everywhere. I never know where to look.

“Uh, well, no, I guess not. Though, I was just getting ready to embalm Mrs. Portman.”

Harper pulls a face. “Your job is so…weird.”

Again, I adjust my cuff links. “The same could be said for yours.”

She stops and considers my words before bursting into a fit of laughter. “Touché, brother. Anyway, there was a reason I stopped by this morning and interrupted your dead-person time.”

Her blasé statement gets on my nerves at little. My siblings have never really understood why I went to mortuary school instead of dental school, but that’s okay. It’s not for them to understand or like. It was my choice, my career path. “Get on with it,” I state, crossing my arms over my chest and waiting her out.

“Oh! Yeah, guess what?” she asks, her eyes sparkling like diamonds. “I’m getting married!” she squeals before throwing herself into my arms.

A smile crosses my face. A real one. I’m genuinely happy for Harper and Latham. They went to high school together and upon his return from the military, set out to make each other’s lives miserable. Of course, it was a front for their true feelings, which is very evident in the way she flashes a large, gaudy diamond in my face. “Congratulations, Harper,” I reply, awkwardly patting her back.

“Thanks,” she replies, grinning down at the sparkler. “Anyway, I stopped by to ask you a question. You’re off next weekend, right?” She nibbles on the corner of her lip, which is a telltale sign she’s nervous about something.

I mentally pull up my schedule. I’m on-call most weekends, however I’m completely free next. Aaron takes one weekend a month, while I take the other three. I don’t mind, really. This work is my life, and I prefer to be here than at home most days. I want to oversee everything, from the arrival of the body to the services and final resting place. “I’m free. Why? Do you need something?”

“Yes,” she starts, taking a deep breath. “We’re getting married next Saturday. In Las Vegas.”

That gives me pause. Next weekend? In Vegas?

I adjust my necktie, suddenly struggling to pull air into my lungs. “I can’t go.” My words come out slightly strangled.

“Sure you can. The flight is less than five hours.”

“Five horrible hours, suspended thirty thousand feet above the earth. If we fall, it’s a fiery crash.”

Harper gives me a sympathetic smile. “Look, Samuel, I know flying isn’t really your thing,” she starts and steps closer, a sympathetic grin on her face and a look that lets me know she’s about to drop the bomb. “It’s just that, well, I was hoping you might walk me down the aisle.” She swallows and her blue eyes starts to shine with unshed tears.

Little sister goes for the kill.

I clear my throat. “You’re not going to invite him?”

Harper shakes her head. “I know Jensen has talked to him a few times, but I’m not ready yet.”

I completely understand that. I haven’t been ready yet either.

“They serve alcohol on flights,” she adds, as if the concept of getting drunk on an airplane at seven dollars a drink holds any weight with me. I’m sure the look I give her shows my displeasure. “Fine, maybe you could join the mile-high club?” she adds with a laugh. “That’s a surefire way to relieve some stress.”

“Do you know how small those bathrooms are, Harper? And not to mention the germs and whatnot that cover every single conceivable surface. What could possibly be enjoyable about contracting