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She waved him off as she took a sip of her drink. “All I’m sayin’ is with the way Lee here can’t keep her eyes off your ass, and you looking at her like that.” She stopped and frowned over at me. “And where is your other hand?”
“It’s busy,” Mal answered for me. “I think motherhood is turning you into a prude.” He said before taking another drink of his beer.
“No, it’s just you,” Macy replied, scrunching up her nose at him.
“Lee, next time we should go out and leave them to bicker at home.”
“I agree.” I reached across the table to clink my glass against Mitch's beer bottle. “In fact, let’s leave them now. I wanna dance.”
Mitch looked momentarily surprised but he took another drink, and then kissed Macy on the cheek before climbing off the stool to join me. We didn’t go too deep onto the dancefloor and still had a clear view of the table. Mal moved over to my vacated seat, and the two of them watched us.
“Any other woman and Macy would kick my ass for this,” Mitch laughed.
I nodded in agreement. We settled into an easy rhythm, having fun and laughing each time we looked back to see the siblings no doubt talking crap about us.
“Hey, Mitch, have you ever done tattoo removal?”
“Not many, but I can. Why?”
“And scars?”
“Not usually, but every case is different.”
“No, I meant scar removal, if that’s an option.”
He stopped dancing. “Not impossible, but it can be tricky. Why all the questions?”
I looked over my shoulder at Macy, and he followed my line of sight.
“Okay, if it’s something you don’t want me to tell her, then you need to make an appointment. Doctor confidentiality and all that’ll help me feel as though I’m not hiding stuff from her. You know how she is, especially when it comes to you.”
I nodded then turned and linked my arm with his as we headed back to the table. “I wouldn’t put you in that position. She knows about the tattoo.”
“But not the scar.” I shook my head. “Okay, well come by to see me if you want, and we can discuss.”
I smiled at him. “Do I get the friends and family discount?”
He gave a hearty laugh and nodded his head. “Sure, sure. The rich folk always want the discounts.”
“Discounts on what?” Macy asked when we got back to the table.
Mitch reached for one of Macy’s fries and shot me a look. I settled back into my seat. Mal slipped his hand around my waist, resting it on my hip.
“What are you two cooking up?”
“Nothing.” I grabbed my glass and took a drink. “Just thinking about getting some work done.”
Macy choked on the fry she’d just put in her mouth. “What?”
“What? What? Why is that so shocking?”
“Because it is. You aren’t that kind of person.”
“What kind of person?”
“The kind so wrapped up in her looks that she’d go under the knife.”
“For once, Macy and I agree on something,” Mal chimed in.
