“Minus the hordes of undead and the searing heat.”
He nodded. “Yep. Minus those. But at least there’s a plus in that column, namely you.” He tickled my belly.
My chuckle returned. “You always this upbeat, dude?”
“Must be all the doom and gloom. Always brings it out of me.”
I tilted my head. “Always?” I asked. “How often are you around doom and gloom?”
He started running the soap through the come that had lingered on my skin. “Pretty often, Destiny.” He stopped mid-scrub. “I’m a funeral director. Or at least was. I mean, doesn’t look like anyone’s dying anymore. Or dying and in need of a burial. You okay with that?”
I grinned. “Were you good at what you did? Happy with your work?” He nodded. “Then that’s all that counts, Max.”
He went back to scrubbing. And smiling. “You’re the first
