Nomad's Baby

All Saints Part 2

"You're not going to take off your boots." she asked, her feet ankle deep in water.

"Nah."

She watched him for a moment before her eyes drifted down the shore.

"Me and Vic tried to come when we first got here but it was so fucking packed. We ended up leaving."

A breeze kicked up, floating some of her hair.

"Where are you headed after all this?" Whisper was surprised by his own question.

"Um..."

The surprise didn't mean she'd get out of answering. "Family?"

Their eyes met before hers skipped to some vague space over his shoulder. It was an upgrade from their first date when her looks floated between blank and pissed.

Both were cute as he recalled.

"I haven't talked to them in a while. They're in Houston." Her mouth twisted a little before adding. "Law abiding, church going citizens."

Whisper imagined they wouldn't have liked her lifestyle with the hangman.

He glanced away to smirk.

"Where are you headed?"

Now that caught him off guard.

"I'm a nomad." His fingers pinched his patch briefly.

"That's not even an answer. So you don't know or-"

"It is an answer. Being a nomad means - I go where I'm needed."

"So no one needs you right now? Is that why you were able to help me?"

"You have good timing. I'm between jobs."

"When you're working do you have to go far from here?"

"Usually I stay in the region. There aren't many of us south of the border."

"So Tijuana's home for you?"

Home.

The word struck him for some reason.

"That's complicated," he answered.

"You want to talk about it?"

Whisper eyed her but the woman, barefoot with ocean water rising against her legs didn't back down.

"I know there's no Tequila, but why not?"

Whisper shifted his stance as if that would stop his boots from sinking into the sand.

"I don't usually talk about my business."

"Is that why they call you Whisper?"

"Holy shit." His head leaned back but her chuckle brought him back again.

That wasn't why they called him that. But he admired the guess.

The tequila callback for the night she'd told him about her shitty ex and doing time in prison.

Fair enough.

The curve of her mouth might have taken a little off his edge.

"I have a chapter in states."

"Chapter?"

"It's what we call an MC based in a certain city."

"So they sent you down here?"

"No. I sent myself."

"How does that work?"

"You take a detour from the president's orders."