When my brother suddenly passes away, shattering my family, I'm left to pick up the pieces.

Then 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.

With 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.

Now, he thinks he can fix me, even though there's a lump of clay where my heart used to be.

Which makes the fluttering in my chest all the more disconcerting. And this hurt? It's too much too soon.