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“You got any tats, princess?”
“Actually, I have one.” She lifted her shirt, displaying a small clover on her rib. “Got it in memory of my mum after she passed. She was as religious as they come but always believed in the power of a four-leaf clover.”
“Why haven’t I seen this before?” Doc asked, his calloused fingers tracing the small tattoo.
“Probably because you were more interested in her other assets,” Hawk heckled good-naturedly.
He didn’t answer and she giggled. “I’m sure you subconsciously saw it.” She patted Doc’s cheek affectionately.
“I’ll pay extra attention tonight, then, to make up for it,” he said lowly.
A delightful shiver shot up Isa’s body. Meeting his blue eyes, she recognized the familiar hue of lust.
“I’ll be done in an hour if you guys want to meet up at the bar.” Hawk put the finishing touches on the tattoo and covered it before sending the man on his way.
“Actually, I was hoping you’d tattoo me.” She glanced between the two men. Both had amused expressions on their handsome faces.
Standing, Hawk held out his hand. “Anything for our Macha princess.”
After getting comfortable in the chair, she pulled out a small drawing from her pocket. “Think you can do it?”
Hawk studied the drawing and his smile broadened. “You drew this?”
“Aye.”
“Damn, girl, you should’ve been a tattoo artist.” He patted her thigh. “Better yet, I could use you for the people who have no clue what they want. You could sketch something up.”
Isa shook her head. “Thanks for the offer, but I think I’ll stick to designing clothes.”
“All right, don’t say I didn’t try to cut you in on a sweet deal.” He nodded to her body. “Where we doing this?”
She held out her hand. “My wrist.”
“Isa, that’ll hurt like hell.”
“I know.” She smiled at Doc.Always trying to protect me.“But I’ve wanted one here for years. Hawk will make it painless.” She winked. “Right?”
Hawk chuckled. “I’ll do my best.”
An hour later, Isa stared into the mirror. She couldn’t wipe the smile from her face if she used steel wool. The intricate vine of ivy traced her own rendition of the goddess Macha. Green, blue, black, and red wound together perfectly. It wasn’t a small piece, but one she’d spent hours designing specifically for herself.
“You won’t be forgetting Macha anytime soon,” Hawk said, covering it with a bandage. “Try to keep it dry for a few days, and be sure to use this spray to ward off infection.” He handed her a small bag full of treats.
“Do you give these to all your clients?”
“Nah, only the pretty ones.” He grabbed her hand and helped her out of the chair. “Be gentle now, Doc.”
“Always am with this one.” He took her goody bag and led her to the saloon doors. “First round’s on me.”
Hawk laughed. “All the rounds are on you, Doc.”
Isa followed Doc into the bar, the steady stream of customers filling the space. Thankfully, a small clump of tables in the back of the bar were reserved for Macha members. They plopped into one of the booths, and Doc waved to Brewer.
“What did Hawk mean?”
“About what?”
She shifted on the red seat. “About you being gentle.”
