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“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” she mutters before sliding the gun back into her thigh holster.
She looks up when she realizes how quiet the rest of us are.
“What?”
“If we weren’t on a time limit, I’d bend you over the desk and fuck you stupid.”
She blinks. “Maybe later?”
Ryland laughs loudly. “Holy fuck, who is this?”
“Ryland, meet my wife, Nova. Nova, meet Ryland. He’s responsible for half of my tattoos.”
“Hi, nice to meet you.”
“Trust me, Doll, the pleasure is all mine.”
I glare at him, but he ignores me and reaches for Nova’s hand to shake. She looks at me and sighs. “You seem like a nice guy, but you work with your hands for a living. If I touch you right now, I have a feeling Vice will cut off your fingers, and that might make tattooing kind of tricky.”
Ryland drops his hand and folds his arms across his chest. “Shame. I would’ve liked tattooing you. Nothing sexier than a blank canvas.”
I tense, ready to pull my knife and start peeling the skin from his bones, when Nova sighs again.
“It’s like you have a death wish. Well, it was nice knowing you, Ryland.” She turns and looks for Conner. “Should we wait in the car until Vice is finished?”
Conner grins and offers her his arm.
“Hey! Why can he touch her, but I can’t?” Ryland complains. His voice isn’t angry, more curious.
“Because Conner is smart enough to know I’ll feed him his dick if he fucks with my wife.”
Ryland shakes his head and chuckles. “I’m gay, Vice. You know that. You’ve known it for twenty fucking years.”
“If anyone can turn a gay man straight, it’s Nova.”
She rolls her eyes to the ceiling before turning her glare to me. “Are you serious right now? He’s gay?” She shakes her head, muttering under her breath about stupid men, before she taps her foot impatiently. “Are we here for anything other than dick measuring?”
Ryland grins at her and gestures for us to follow. “So, what are you after, Vice? And where?”
I sit where he points and hook my foot around a nearby stool, dragging it closer so Nova can sit beside me. I pull out a slip of paper and hand it to him.
He looks at it, his eyes widening a fraction as his gaze whips up to mine. “Okay. Give me a few minutes to get set up.” As he gathers his stuff, Conner stands near the door, keeping an eye out.
“So, are you going to tell me what you’re getting?”
“You’ll see.”
She scowls at me, but when I lean over and kiss her, she forgets to be mad.
When Ryland is ready, he points to the portable armrest he just swung over my lap. I slip off my wedding band and slide it into my jacket pocket before resting my left hand on the table.
“Do you need me to help out with the counter? I feel bad—” Nova starts.
Ryland holds up his hand to stop her. “You don’t need to feel bad about stabbing her.”
“Oh no, I don’t. She’s lucky I didn’t try to see if I could fit a bullet up her nose. I just feel bad for leaving you without a receptionist.”
He snorts as he positions my finger and brings the needle down to my skin. “I’m not. She’s the stepsister of one of the other artists who works here. She’s been warned twice now. If she was anyone else, she would’ve been fired already. I’ll let himknow what went down when he’s in tomorrow. He’ll get it, and we can hire a temp to cover while we find someone else. I’m not technically open today, so she wasn’t needed anyway. She just offered to help with inventory.”
