Marrying The Boss
Of course the son of a bitch had to be buried in the rain. Leanne Fairbanks glowered at the mausoleum, then yanked her heel out of the mud and advanced toward it."Are they all gone, do you think?"
At her mother's question, Leanne surveyed Fields Grove Cemetery—the premiere spot for the dead elite of Chicago. Lionel Collins lay in the family crypt, a large domed building of gray granite, sporting Greek columns and two stone lions for guards. Leanne grimaced at the lions. The egomaniac.
No birds sang. Wet black trees supported branches thinly covered with April buds. Sprinkles of rain made hardly a patter. Dead silence, she thought, then quelled her ill-timed humor. The emptiness of the surroundings unnerved her. "I don't see anyone."
They hadn't attended the private ceremony held in the funeral chapel. Her mom had decided against seeing Gloria, Lionel's daughter-in-law, and her son, Mark, much to Leanne's relief. She'd have gone for support if her mom had felt the need, but personally, Leanne had no use for either of the Collinses. Much as they had no use for her.
They arrived at the mausoleum door, which Leanne was thankful hadn't been locked yet. Tw ... read full excerpt from Marrying the Boss ebook
