“I hate that for her. For all of them. She deserves a nice, uncomplicated guy who’s an accountant or something.”
Mallory snorted with laughter. “Why does everyone shit on the accountants?”
“You know what I mean. A doctor or a firefighter would be good for her, too.”
“We’re all taken,” Mason said, smiling.
“You’re a hardworking guy,” Mallory said to Jace. “That’s what matters to any woman. Cindy isn’t the type to care that you’re a bartender.”
“Thanks to you, I might also be a plumber.”
“Oh, did Mac call you?”
“He did, and I’m supposed to meet him next week. Thank you so much for the referral.”
“You’re welcome. He’s going to the mainland today for a vasectomy, but don’t let on that I told you that. He’s acting like he’s the first guy to ever get one.”
“Be nice to your brother, babe,” Quinn said. “Anything with the penis is traumatic for our kind.”
“You heard him last night,” Mallory said. “He’s insane.”
“We knew this about him long before last night,” Quinn replied.
“Don’t worry, though,” Mallory added for Jace’s sake. “He’s a great businessman. He’s only insane in his private life.”
“Good to know,” Jace said, amused by their description of Mac.
“I’m glad it might work out for you working for him,” Mallory said. “He’s got big plans to remake the old alpaca farm into a wedding and event venue, our latest family business venture.”
“I’m looking forward to checking it out.”
After they parted company, Jace hit the gym and then went home to shower. He was surprised to find Cindy there. “Not working today?”
“I’m between appointments and came home to grab lunch.”
“How’re you feeling?”
“Much better, but I’m taking it easy today. I’m always wiped out for a few days after a migraine.”
“You couldn’t rearrange your appointments?”
“No, I never do that if I can avoid it. People count on me, and I don’t want to let them down.”
“But if you’re sick…”
“I’ve powered through worse than a few haircuts and some color treatments.”
“Is there anyone who can cover for you if need be?”
“I could call Chloe, but I try to save that for dire circumstances. This was a mild one.”
“Didn’t seem mild to me.”
“Trust me, that was nothing compared to what can happen. It’s been a few years since I had one like that. I’m on better meds these days, and they work most of the time.”
“I hope you never have a really bad one again.”
“Me either. They’re the worst and usually last multiple days during which I literally can barely function. Anyway, enough about me. How’s your day been so far?”