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“What was that?”
“A mistake.”
“What do you mean? He didn’t look like the type of guy you’d go for,” he says. I open my eyes and glare at him. I don’t have a type. If I like a person, then I like them. That’s all there is to it.
“My type?”
“Yeah. He’s a little intense.”
“It’s not like that anyway. He just … he doesn’t leave me alone sometimes.”
“Is he stalking you?” he asks. I shake my head.
“I don’t know, honestly. It’s not a big deal. I can handle myself. I’m going to buy a gun tomorrow,” I tell him. His face blanches.
“It’s that serious? Jesus, why didn’t you tell me, Yenni?”
“There’s nothing to tell. I just want to be protected.”
“Against him?”
“Against anyone. I don’t want to feel so defenseless.”
“You’re far from defenseless. What can I do?” he asks.
“Nothing. I’m good. Really.” I step back so that his hands have to fall away from me. He lowers them to his sides before taking a step back. Doesn’t he get it? I want to be protected against him too. I know Scott is good, but at times, he’s a monster.
“What are you doing here anyway?” I ask him, wondering why he’s here.
“I was going to see if you can do a cover-up for me. You know the one I got back in high school?” he chuckles as I smile.
“That fake lion on your arm?” I laugh a little.
“That’s the one. Anyway, I want it covered up. I figured you could handle that.”
“I can do that as long as you know that’s all this is. Business.” He raises his hands in the air.
“Only business. I know where the best is,” he tells me. He’s not wrong, and I’m not cocky, but I am the best artist in town. It’s why I stay so damn busy.
“Then we can do that. My last appointment bailed on me, so I can work on it now if you want,” I offer.
“Sounds good. Let’s do it.” I don’t really want Scott here, and I don’t particularly want to do his cover-up. I’m afraid Twitch is out there waiting and watching for him to leave if I don't. The longer I can keep him here, the better for me. Maybe Twitch will get bored and leave, seeing how Scott will be here for a while.
I lead him to the back and set everything up, getting to work immediately. I get lost in the buzz of the machine, and when I look up and see the time, I’m shocked. I blink my eyes a few times to ensure I see it right. Shit. It’s almost two in the morning. I forgot to call Cage.
“Let me clean this up, and we’ll be done for the night. I can make you an appointment to finish it,” I tell Scott.
“Is it really that late? I lost track of time,” he says as he smiles at me.
“I did too. Let me make a quick phone call, and I’ll be back.” I pull off my gloves and grab my phone before walking out of the room and into the back room, dialing Cage’s number.
“Long night?” he answers.
“I was doing a cover-up and lost track of time,” I reply.
“You do that a lot. Lose time.”
“I can’t help it. I love what I do.”
