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She quickly leaves the room, and Sammie’s voice carries back from the front as she tells Skye to have a good night.
“Did you need something?” Possum asks me.
“What?”
“You didn’t come here to stand in the corner like a creep and watch me tat up your employee,” Possum says as he begins cleaning up.
“Are you hooking up with Skye?” I blurt, unable to bite my tongue.
His head whips up, and he glares at me. “Excuse me?” I cross my arms over my chest and stare at him expectantly. “Rogue, I don’t know why you care, but no, I’m not sleeping with her.”
“I care because she’s an employee of the club.”
Possum narrows his eyes at me as if assessing the truth of my statement. Then his shoulders slump, and he chuckles. “Fuckin’ hell, brother.”
“What?”
“You like her.”
“Huh?”
“Play stupid all you want. You like Skye, and you came here to stake your claim.”
“You’ve got it all wrong,” I insist. “She works for me. I like her as much as I like any of our employees.”
“Keep telling yourself that.”
Possum strides past me and walks toward the front of the shop. I follow him, not ready to end our conversation.
“Go ahead and head home, Sammie,” he says. “I’ll close up.”
Sammie looks from Possum to me and grins. “Get the information you needed?”
“What’re you talking about?”
Sammie grins. “Well, you weren’t back there long enough to get new ink, and it’s not time to do the books so I’m guessing you came here to check up on what’s going on between that girl and Possum.” She crosses her arms over her chest and tilts her head. “How’d I do?”
“I think your boss just told you to go home,” I snap.
“Yeah, he did,” she agrees. “But?—”
“Go home, Sammie,” Possum barks.
She sighs dramatically. “You guys are no fun.”
With that, she grabs the duffel she always carries with her, the one full of art supplies, and leaves. Possum turns to face me and glares.
“If you like Skye, own it, man. And whatever your issues are with the fact that you like her, don’t fucking take it out on my people.”
Shit.
CHAPTER 10
SKYE
My skin is on fire, and flames lick my flesh as I recall the way Rogue stared at me while my tattoo was completed. I’d really been enjoying myself, bantering back and forth with Possum like old friends, but that all changed the second Rogue walked through the door.
How Possum’s hand didn’t jump around from the constant jackhammering my heart did, I’ll never know.
