Free At First Touch by Tamara Sneed

attempting to keep a straight face. “Now, you and Quinn. Spill it before Charlie realizes how strange it was for you and Quinn to be alone together and she comes out here to investigate. Trust me, she won’t be as nice as I’m being.”
    â€œQuinn wants to film a movie in Sibleyville, and, for some reason, she thinks the funeral home would be perfect for it.”
    â€œThe mortuary?” Graham asked perplexed.
    Wyatt shrugged in response. “I’m as shocked as you. Quinn, in her usual Quinn way, asked my mother, and Mom, in her usual Mom way, won’t even entertain the idea. And, of course, Quinn won’t take no for an answer and has decided that it’s all my fault and is now relentlessly harassing me.”
    â€œOf course,” Graham said with a grin. “And what exactly does any of this has to do with you being here making goo-goo eyes at her in my kitchen?”
    â€œI’m a grown man. I don’t make goo-goo eyes at anyone.”
    â€œThen I’ll just say there was some serious silent movie action going on in that kitchen when I walked in. Quinn didn’t even look at you when you left. Usually, she at least manages to sneer at you.”
    â€œFor the last time, Graham, nothing is going on between Quinn and me. She’s an attractive woman. Downright, drop-dead gorgeous. I won’t deny that. But I’m interested in someone else. In fact, I plan for her to be my wife. And I won’t let Quinn stand in the way of that.”
    â€œMarriage?” Graham choked out. “Who? When I was here for Easter, you were complaining that you may as well join the priesthood for the action you get around here.”
    â€œAnd then I went to a church picnic and had one of Dorrie Diamond’s famous chocolate almond balls.” Wyatt sent Graham a silent grin of male appreciation. “It could make a grown man weep. I hear that her meat loaf is even better.”
    â€œMeat loaf? Chocolate almond balls?” Graham shook his head in disbelief. “Do you want a personal chef or a wife?”
    â€œShe’s a good woman, Graham.”
    â€œDorrie Diamond, huh? That’s the new accountant on Main Street who never looks anyone in the eye.”
    â€œShe looks me in the eye,” Wyatt said defensively, then added, “sort of.”
    Graham wisely chose not to comment further and, instead, asked, “Why do you think that Quinn wants to stand in the way of your relationship with Dorrie?”
    â€œThat woman has no respect for anyone or anything. She practically demanded that I turn over my house to her for her movie. As if I owe her.”
    Graham hesitated before muttering, “It’s not like you have a full house over there. When was the last time you had a funeral?”
    â€œThat’s not the point,” Wyatt snapped, irritably. “I’m operating a funeral home. A respectable establishment. We’ve been serving Sibleyville’s dead since—”
    â€œSince 1919,” Graham intoned dully. He rolled his eyes. “I know, Wyatt, I know. I was the one standing next to you when your dad would go on and on about the importance of the Granger Funeral Home. You would think he was solving world hunger.”
    â€œHe was proud of the Granger legacy,” Wyatt said, defensively.
    â€œAnd he should be,” Graham quickly agreed, then asked, “but is allowing a movie to be filmed there really damaging that legacy? No one has died in town in over eight months. It’s not like you have a line of funeral goers waiting to use the space.”
    â€œYou don’t understand, Graham. This is not a carnival ride. This is a funeral home. People come here to bury their loved ones. We have to make certain that the absolute solemnity of that occasion is never compromised.”
    Graham rolled his eyes once more, and Wyatt resisted the urge to roll his eyes himself. He had heard that speech so many times from