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Despite myself, I laughed. Mr. Clean Cut did not look like the type who listened to punk.
“Just kidding. I hate punk, too,” he said, a wide smile spreading across his face. “Allow me.”
He fed a buck into the slot and then gestured for me to press a button.
Moments later, “Paint it Black” byThe Rolling Stonesplayed.
“Well done,” Mr. Clean Cut said.
“Thanks. Can’t go wrong with The Stones.”
“Can I buy you a drink?”
Before I could answer, I felt a large, warm body behind me. “She doesn’t need a drink.”
To make matters worse, Colt hauled me to his side and curled his large hand around my neck in a possessive show.
“This is Colt,” I introduced. “Sorry, I didn’t get your name?”
The man almost squeaked as he turned and scurried away. I looked up at Colt whose eyes were still following the retreating form of Mr. Clean Cut. Colt finally dropped his gaze and his lips curved into a seductive smile.
I frowned. “I’m confused.”
“About?”
“Why you’re here.”
He tilted his head down and smiled at me. “I missed you.”
“You…missed me?” I asked in surprised delight.
“Yeah, babe.” His hand tightened ever so slightly. “Are you gonna kiss me hello, or what?”
I pressed my palms to his chest, my lids fluttering closed. His mouth met mine, warm, eager, demanding.
“You left the house without saying goodbye,” I admonished.
He grinned. “Had something to take care of.”
“What could you have possibly needed to take care of?”
Colt let me go and took a step away from me. He reached up to his white T-shirt collar and pulled it down, showing off his right pectoral that was covered in a bandage.
Exactly the same type of bandage that was on my shoulder.
“No,” I murmured, my hand touching the edge of the tape.
“Yeah.” His tone was gruff. “You didn’t really think I’d ask you to get my name on you and not do the same in return?”
“You never said anything. Why didn’t you do it after I was in the tattoo chair?”
He lifted my chin to meet his gaze. “I wanted to surprise you.”
“Well, I’m surprised.”
Colt took my lips in a gentle kiss before pulling back. “Figure we got years before you know all my habits and I know yours. But I know all the things I need to know about you right now.” He leaned down and whispered in my ear, “I know how you bite your lip and your forehead wrinkles when you’re trying to work something out. I know you like to be independent, but I also know you were dying for a family. I know you love your friends enough to protect them. I know what I need to know about you, Mia. I’m honored to have your name on me.”
“Colt,” I breathed, feeling tears coat my lashes.
