#Book Blitz #Undertaking Love by Megan Montgomery #Contemporary Romance @Xpresso Book Tours27/4/2023
Undertaking Love
-- EXCERPT: Bethany
My body was broken. I blinked hard to lubricate my eyes, struggling to stay awake behind the wheel. The vent blasted tepid air into my face, trying its damnedest to desiccate my skin and sabotage the efforts of my latest hyaluronic acid injections. My stomach churned from too much coffee and too little sleep. A sweat broke out under my arms and boobs. Great. Now I could smell all that coffee excreting from my pores and ruining my favorite silk blouse. I glanced at the man in the passenger seat. George’s pores were looking perfectly dry, as usual. He wouldn’t think of sweating, even from the most strenuous effort. I’d seen him pull a rotund, decomposing man out of that impossible space between the toilet and the bathtub and plop him on a mortuary cot in an un-air-conditioned, third-floor apartment in the middle of August without breaking a sweat. The man never had a hair out of place, was never not freshly shaven, and he never forgot to button his suit jacket when he stood, or unbutton it when he sat. And he was a consummate professional—as long as you didn’t work with him. And as long as your name wasn’t Bethany West. I breathed in a lungful of stale air. Even now, in the mortuary van, George managed to smell fresh, yet intensely masculine. The faintest notes of sandalwood and citrus wafted toward me as he fiddled with his ear, pushing his earbud deeper in. I suspected he wasn’t listening to anything producing actual sound; the earbuds were just a tactic to try to keep me from making “unnecessary” conversation. I was almost too tired to care. I stifled a yawn, hoping he wouldn’t catch it. He did, of course. I saw the tick of his jaw from the corner of my eye. Glaring at the screen of the laptop balanced on his crossed legs, his flexed fingers hovering over the keyboard, a ballpoint pen clutched in his teeth. I’d never seen the man smile except for a wince-like approximation of the real thing, and he saved that stingy expression for our clients. After an entire life spent in the trenches of the funeral business, his handsome face was permanently etched into a show of bland sympathy—except when he scowled in contempt. That expression was reserved exclusively for me.
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