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Mace shook his head. “Uh, not my actual blood brother. We’re in the same MC.”
“Oh,” Dorothy drawled. “That makes sense. Does your not blood-related brother want to come in for lunch?”
“No!” I shouted. I could not handle this happening right now.
“I can come back later if you’re busy,” Mace offered. “I honestly didn’t think I was going to find you here. I figured Mitzy and Rayna had gotten your address wrong.”
“Oh, uh, I do live here. And also work here. I live in the apartment upstairs,” I explained. I also wanted to know who Mitzy and Rayna were and why they had been the ones to give Mace my address. Maybe they were dating Yule and Mace.
“Never in a million years thought this is where I would find you,” Mace chuckled.
“You’ve been looking for me?” I shouldn’t have been hard to find. Yes, I had moved away from Sutter Creek when I was fifteen, but it wasn’t like I entered the witness protection program. Mama had told anyone who would listen that I had moved to San Diego to live with my grandma. Of course, she never told them why I had. She never knew the real reason. I had made up some story of hating Sutter Creek and demanded to move in with my grandma.
My mom loved me, but she wasn’t the motherliest toward me. Moving to San Diego gave my mom back the freedom she lost when I was born.
I got away from Sutter Creek, and mom got her life back.
She won, and well, I put space between myself and Sutter Creek.
“Delivery.”
“I’ll get it!” Dorothy hollered. “You two can just keep talking loud enough so I can hear you.” She flitted around Mace and grabbed the bag of food from the Brew’s delivery boy.
“Why don’t I come back when you’re done with work?” Mace suggested. He slid his sunglasses over his eyes and tipped his chin to me. “Five?”
“What?” I asked. That chin tip sent a chill up my spine and scrambled my brain.
“I’ll be back around five o’clock if that works for you,” he chuckled.
“It does,” Dorothy called. “That will give her enough time to spill the beans on you and finish the casket order. And you should bring your brother in with you next time.” Dorothy was shameless. I would be in the middle of a panic attack, and she would try to hook up with Mace’s friend.
“Another thing I never thought you would be doing when I found you.” Mace shook his head.
Dorothy could have kept the casket order to herself, too. I dealt enough with people judging me for being a mortician. She didn’t need to give Mace all the morbid details of what I did daily.
“Stick around, and you can hear about all the embalming things she’s running low on that she needs to order.” Dorothy wiggled her eyebrows, and I knew I needed to shut her up before she said anything more.
“Five is great,” I yelped. “Bye-bye.” I reached out and planted my hand on his chest. He stepped back and grabbed my hand to steady himself. I didn’t want to come him over, but if it shut up Dorothy, I was okay with doing it.
“Easy, babe,” he chuckled.
Dorothy sputtered and threw her head back, laughing. “Bye-bye,” she mimicked.
Mace shook his head, and a sexy smirk crossed his lips. The grip of his hand heated my skin, and a shiver ran up my arm. “See you later, babe.” He dropped my hand and sauntered out of the funeral home. I didn’t move until the door shut behind him.
Dorothy fanned her face with her hand and leaned against the wall. “Imogen, how in the world did you never tell me you had a sexy biker looking for you?”
I rolled my eyes and dropped my chin to my chest. “I don’t want to talk about it, Dorothy.” I didn’t know I had a sexy biker looking for me. Hell, I had remembered as a gangly seventeen-year-old for the past fifteen years. Never did I imagine that he would grow into a tall, handsome hunk of a man.
“Oh, honey,” Dorothy laughed. “That is exactly what we are going to do. Thank goodness we have amazing food to go with storytime.”
I rolled my eyes and moved into the office. “My life is not a storytime.”
Dorothy laughed and set the bag of food on her desk. “It is today. I saw the way you were looking at him. It was like you couldn’t decide if you wanted to run or devour that man whole.”
“I was not looking at him like that,” I protested. “He surprised me.” That was the damn truth.
“Spill the details,” Dorothy insisted.
