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you help me?”
    “If you put it that way, how could I possibly refuse?” He
held out his hands, palms up and had such an innocent look on his face that I
couldn’t stop the laugh that came out of me.
    In that instant Travis’s face changed and his eyes looked
like melted chocolate. “Sweetheart” he said, “you really should laugh more
often. That smile could stop traffic.”
    I stopped laughing, feeling self-conscious all of a sudden.
I was the wallflower, I was used to that role. Compliments from gorgeous men
really didn’t usually come my way. Suddenly nervous I held out my hand to shake
his.
    “Thank you very much for your help.”
    Travis stood up and his hand engulfed mine. I noticed how
small my hand looked next to his. His deep tan in stark contrast to the
paleness of my skin.
    He kept a hold of my hand until I looked up. “Anytime you
need any help” he said looking at me intently, “just give me a call.”
    “Thank you” I mumbled, pulled my hand back and quickly made
my exit.
    As I left the office I looked back to see Travis watching me
from his doorway, with a thoughtful expression on his face. I finally took a breath
once I had left the office building. Travis Cooper unnerved me in a way that I
really wasn’t used to.

Chapter Eleven
    Back in my car I pulled out the card Monique had given me
and dialed the number.
    “Everlasting Events, Tomas speaking.” I looked at the phone
in shock.
    The voice on the end of the phone was not what I was
expecting from someone that organized funeral services. The voice was male but
with a high pitched excited quality to it that I wasn’t sure fit with what I
assumed was the somber nature of the job. I had obviously let the silence go
for too long because the voice started up again.
    “It’s okay, take your time, I’ll just wait until you’re
ready to talk.”
    “Uh, no that’s fine. My name is Trudie Eyre, I was given
your card by Monique Petit. I am organizing a funeral service for the husband
of my client and Monique suggested that you would be the best person to help
me.”
    “Of course ” Tomas said smoothly. “When are you
available to meet?”
    “I’m available whenever you are” I said crossing my fingers.
The sooner I sorted out this mess the happier I was going to be.
    “I can meet you now for a coffee” Tomas said and named a
small coffee shop that I knew.
    Sitting in the coffee shop half an hour later, I realized
that I had no idea what he looked like. I hate meeting someone I don’t know.
Every time the door opened I swiveled my head around and tried to work out
whether the person coming through was the person that I was supposed to meet. I
shouldn’t have worried. When Tomas Burnelli walked in I could see that he
matched his voice perfectly. I raised my hand, he saw me and headed my way.
    Tomas Burnelli was a slight man with delicate features. His
demeanor screamed an interesting personality. His tanned skin and brown eyes
denoted an Italian heritage, but his hair had been dyed a strong platinum
blond, providing a stark contrast to his countenance. His eyes twinkled with a
barely suppressed joy. Looking at him you would assume that he would be best
suited in the most flamboyant of colors. Unfortunately, in obvious deference to
his work, he wore a dull gray suit matched with a lovely leather man bag that
he wore slung across his body. The whole look made me think of a peacock with a
blanket thrown over it. You can see fabulous is there, it is peeking out of the
sides, but it is being completely smothered. I stood as he approached and he
held out his arms, grabbed my shoulders and kissed me on the cheek.
    “Trudie” he said, his voice carrying to the rest of the
coffee shop. “It is so good to meet you.”
    I motioned for him to sit down and we ordered our coffees.
Tomas looked at me with that irrepressible twinkle in his eye.
    “So Trudie, how can I help you?”
    “I have a client, her husband passed away rather