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“Yeah?”
I nodded. “He gave me all of the information I needed to become a mortician, and I did it. Every step of the way, it just felt right.” I glanced at Mace, who looked a little confused. “Yes, I know it’s weird saying being a mortician feels right, but I firmly believe I am doing what I was meant to do. I like having a flexible schedule, caring for people, and a cool place to live.”
Mace shrugged. “You don’t have to sell me on it, babe.”
That was exactly what it felt like when I told people I was a mortician. I had to sell them on the idea that it wasn’t a weird profession and that it was like any other job with just a few different details. Embalming was one of those details.
“So, what are you doing?” I asked. The less we talked about myself, the better I would be.
“Uh, well, once I graduated, I drifted around for a few months and then hooked up with the Royal Bastards. Been a member ever since.”
That was interesting. I didn’t see any motorcycle clubs in Jackson. When I lived in San Diego with my grandma, many people drove motorcycles, but I never paid too much attention if they were in a club or whatever. “Not the path I would have thought you would have taken, but it seems to fit you well.”
“Found the family I always wanted, babe.”
“So what’s your job when you’re not a biker?”
Mace chuckled. “I’m always a biker, babe. And I make money at the club the MC owns.”
I tipped my head to the side. “So you’re a bouncer or something?”
“More or less. We all do whatever needs to be done around the club.”
“Nice.” I didn’t know what else to say. Small talk was not my thing. I had been doing pretty well, but now I didn’t know what else to ask. I’m sure there were many more things we needed to get caught up with on each other, but I couldn’t think of a single thing.
“So, you’ve been good?” Mace asked.
I knew what he was asking. His tone had lowered and softened, and it was like his voice wrapped around me.
“Um, yeah. Things were a little rocky for a bit, but now I’m good.” I splayed my hand around. “I have my own place, a job I love, and Dorothy.”
“You mean friends?” Mace laughed.
I shrugged and smiled. “I mean, I would say friend, not friends. I like to keep my circle small.” A lot of that had to do with the fact that I was just naturally shy if I didn’t know you and my job.
“How were things with your grandma?” he asked.
“Uh, well, they were okay.” I cleared my throat and tried to steer the conversation away from myself again. “After a while, we got along and got into a groove.” More like I figured out how to stay out of her way, and as soon as I could, I was out of there.
“Did you and your mom ever get back in a groove?”
I shifted uncomfortably and smoothed my hands down my thighs. “Uh, well, we’ve talked. She moved to Hollywood a few years ago, and I haven’t seen her since. She does call around Christmas and send a card.”
“We both drew the short stick when it came to parents, huh, babe?” Mace shook his head.
“Yes, well, it’s true when they say you can’t choose your family.”
“I did when I joined the club.”
I was glad Mace had been able to find that. Although he had never said it, I knew he hated growing up with an absent dad and a mother who didn’t want him either. “Was that who was with you earlier?” I put my hand to my mouth. “Oh my gosh. Is your friend sitting outside this whole time?”
Mace chuckled and shook his head. “He took off when I told him I was hanging around till five.”
“Oh, well. That’s good.”
Mace leaned back and sighed heavily.
“Uh, why is it you were looking for me?” I asked softly.
