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Deanna spun me around and shoved me towards the hall. “Get.”

“Thanks,” I called back, and made my way outside with my heart in my throat.

Why did I seriously feel this was a big step towards something huge?

CHAPTEREIGHTEEN

TEXAS

Ihad my head bent over my client’s thigh, working on the scary-ass clown tattoo he wanted, when there was a knock on the door.

“Yeah,” I called as I sat back and wiped over my work. I looked up when the door opened, and Mon stood there with a cheeky smile.

She leaned against the frame. “Someone’s popped in to see you.”

Those words with that smile had me suspicious. “Who?”

“A woman.”

“Did you get a name?”

“Yep,” Mon answered by popping thep.

Chris, my client, chuckled. He knew, like I did, that Mon was being difficult.

“Mon,” I warned.

“She’s cute.”

Rolling my eyes, I told her, “You want to stay employed, you’ll give me a name now.”

Was it Maya?

Could it be Maya?

She’d never come by before.

Would she now?

If it was her, why?

Shit. Fuck. Christ.

My heart was currently running its own race, as if it wanted to get out of my body and out the front to check for me.

“Her name’s Maya.”

“Maya’s here?” I asked softly and with damn awe in my tone. My gut spun on a twirl.

She’d come to see me.

Mon gasped. “She’s the one who’s had you smiling lately.”

“Now, this chick, I’ve got to meet,” Chris said.

“Not like I’ve been a moody arsehole before now.”

They both stared at me.

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