Love at a Funeral and Other Awkward Conversations - Sophie Andrews

nDeath is an awkward matchmaker...n n n nWhen my brother suddenly passes away, shattering my family, I'm left to pick up the pieces. n n n nThen Vince Mancini knocks on my door. My brother's best friend from high school-and the boy I loved-is a funeral director, and he promises to answer whenever I call. n n n nWith his steadfast nature and warm smile, he becomes the anchor in the storm, willing to hold me up as everything falls at my feet. He sees through all my bluster, and it's easy to remember why I'd hung on his every word when I was younger. n n n nNow, he thinks he can fix me, even though there's a lump of clay where my heart used to be. n n n nWhich makes the fluttering in my chest all the more disconcerting. And this hurt? It's too much too soon. n