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Dorothy shook her head. “There is only one: Jemma.”
Yeah, I was already messing up the names.
“So, what did you guys do for two weeks?” I asked.
“Probably some of the same you and Hottie did.”
Dorothy’s jaw dropped. “Memphis,” she gasped. “I thought we were on the same page.”
Memphis winked. “We are, but sometimes I gotta call you on your innocent act, girl.”
Dorothy innocent? I hadn’t thought that once.
“We didn’t do anything out of the normal,” Imogen sighed. “I just liked being around the club and having Mace with me every night.”
“Which,” Mace interrupted, “is why I’m moving to Jackson.”
Imogen wrapped her arms around Mace and let out a high-pitched squeal.
“You’re leaving the club?” Mitzy asked.
Mace shook his head. “I’ll always be a part of the RBMC. I’m just not going to be around for all of the day-to-day things. With Imogen getting closer to popping out my kid, I don’t want to miss anything.”
“He couldn’t leave the RBMC if he wanted to,” Barracuda grunted. “Though he did think we were going to boot him out when he brought it to church.”
“You knew about this?” Rayna asked. “And you didn’t tell me?” She punched Barracuda’s shoulder and pouted out her lip. “I thought you told me everything.”
“Club business,” Barracuda grunted.
“As if that has ever stopped any of you guys telling us stuff,” Mitzy grunted.
I was just surprised by the fact that Mace was going to leave his club and come live in Jackson. I mean, it was only an hour ride to Sacramento if he needed to be there quick, but it sounded like he was going to be wherever Imogen was.
“You gonna live upstairs?” Playboy asked. “Sleeping above dead people.” He shook his head. “Fucking crazy, man.”
Mace shrugged. “Whatever Imogen wants.”
I had no plans for the upstairs apartment other than Imogen living there. It had two bedrooms and was pretty sprawling, so there wasn’t a reason why she couldn’t stay even if Mace moved in and she had her baby.
“This mama isn’t moving anywhere,” Imogen laughed. “I like my commute down the stairs. No traffic.”
Dorothy choked at the mention of the stairs.
Imogen tipped her head to the side. “Are you okay?”
Dorothy waved her hand and nodded. “Yeah, yeah. I just had something in my throat.”
I patted her on the back. “She’s fine.”
At least she would be, as long as she didn’t think about what he had done on the stairs a few days ago.
“Are we going to eat?” Raelynn asked. “I’m hungry.”
“We ate before we left,” Rebel laughed. “Even Memphis and Maggie, who are pregnant, aren’t hungry.”
“Hey, don’t speak for me,” the woman laughed.
“Maggie,” Dorothy whispered.
