There was a minimum amount of time a person needed to wait after your boyfriend died before moving on, right? Like meeting a guy at his funeral and dating him a couple of months later was a bad idea. I’m not asking for a friend here, I really want to know. In fact, I need to know. You know what? Never mind, I’m just going to wait at least six months before I start dropping hints. Except then he tells me he has feelings for me! What the hell do I do now?In a perfect world that would be a wonderful thing for Erik to tell me. He has feelings for me and he wants to move our relationship out of the friend zone and into real romantic relationship status. Except my boyfriend, who I loved and thought I would marry one day, just died and I met Erik at Sean’s funeral. My perfect rebuilt world is crumbling and I should have seen this coming because nothing good ever happens to me.The beautiful redhead at the funeral of my driver? Yes, I needed to meet her. How had I not met her before? My assistant knew exactly who this woman was. Her boyfriend had been my driver for years and I’d never met her. And now, the man she loved was gone and it was my fault. Okay, I wasn’t driving the truck that purposefully rammed the car Sean was driving and no, I didn’t hire that guy to ram my car, especially not since I was in the back of it with two innocent women, both of them my assistants, but I was still responsible.I couldn’t let Ember go. I had to take care of her, I had to make sure she was okay. She was working in a coffee shop, that couldn’t make very much money and in a city like Vancouver I’m sure it didn’t pay for much for rent. I could give her a job, I needed a new assistant. Then I had to be a dumbass and tell her how I felt about her. Damn I’m stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Now she wants to leave, get clarity. I get it, I really do, but I can’t let her quit. I need to keep her close somehow.I’ll do anything. . .
