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“So,” Trace grinned crookedly, “have you thought about want you want to get.”
“Live,” I answered. I honestly hadn’t thought about my tattoo at all, while I was at home, but as the word left my lips I knew it was perfect.
“Live,” he murmured. “That’s perfect for you.”
I smiled.
Avery walked up to us, her phone tucked back in her purse. “Can you give me a ride?” She asked Trace. “Luca will meet us there, then he’ll drive me back here, after we have dinner.”
“That’s not a problem,” Trace replied.
“Thank you!” Avery clapped her hands together. Entwining one of her arms through mine, she exclaimed, “We’re getting tattoos, Livie!”
Avery climbed into the backseat of the old Camaro while I sat up front with Trace.
He drove into old town Winchester, parking in front of the tattoo shop. He’d held my hand the whole way. Trace could tell I was nervous. Heck, the way I kept chewing on my fingernails anyone could see that I was nervous.
He inserted change into the parking meter and motioned Avery and I to follow him inside.
As soon as the bell above the door chimed, a guy covered in tattoos looked up, grinning. “Hey, Trace, I knew you’d be back soon.” He called into the back. “Brian! Trace is here!”
Trace turned to me, explaining in a hushed tone, “This is Justin. I went to high school with him and Brian.”
“Yeah,” Justin piped in, rubbing a hand over his buzzed cut scalp. “We used to get into all kinds of trouble back in the day.”
“It wasn’t that long ago,” Trace chuckled, “stop trying to make me sound old.”
“Longer than you think,” the guy I assumed was Brian entered the room. He had dark wavy brown hair and tattoos covered both of his arms. “What can we do for you today?” He asked. “Ladies?”
“Hmm,” Trace mused, “why are we here again? I forgot.”
“Always a smartass, this one,” Justin pointed to Trace but he was looking at me. “Watch yourself with him.”
“I think I can handle him,” I spoke up, causing Justin to laugh.
The door opened behind us and Luca stepped inside. The guys greeted Luca before leading us to the back.
“How’re we going to do this?” Justin asked, eyeing all of us.
“We’ll take a room and they’ll take another,” Trace replied, gripping my hand. Justin’s eyes narrowed on our clasped hands before he grinned. “I’m sure you will. Brian, think you can handle those two?” Justin nodded at Avery and Luca.
Brian chuckled. “I can handle anything.” He flipped a light on in a room and motioned them inside. Justin led Trace and me to the next room.
Shrugging out of his leather jacket, Trace asked, “Do you want me to go first?”
“No,” I shook my head. “I’m afraid if I watch you, I’ll chicken out.”
“Fair enough,” he grinned, sitting down in a vacant chair.
“Do you know what you want?” Justin asked.
“Yeah,” I replied, figuring he was expecting me to say I wanted a butterfly or something like that. “I want the word, live, here,” I pointed to the outside part of my left forearm.
“Pick your font,” he pointed to a poster.
I made a face. I hated all of them.
Justin chuckled at my expression.
