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Scar has always been a looker, but she’s gotten even more beautiful with age. Her makeup is flawless. The smokey look around her eyes brings out the gold-like fairy dust around her pupils.
Olivia clears her throat. I snap my attention to her to see a grin on her face. I feel my face and neck warm. What the hell? That has never happened before.What are you doing to me, Tinkerbelle?
A little tug on my jeans tears my attention from Scar to Shaun and his adorable scowl. He wiggles his finger at me, motioning for me to meet him at his level. I smile and crouch, coming face to face with his mother’s protector.
He leans in and whispers in my ear, “Be nice to my mom and don't make her cry.”
With a nod, I assure him, “I’ll try not to make her cry or make her sad on purpose. If she cries, it will be happy tears.” If anything, Scar has the power to rip my soul from my body, and if she does, I’ll fight my way back to her.
“Good. Because if you don’t keep your promise, I’ll kick you really hard,” he threatens, and I bite back a smile. I see movement and glance up to the angel herself.
“Everything okay here?” She rests her hand on Shaun’s shoulder.
He hangs his head back to look up at her. “Yep.”
Scar bends down and gives him a hug and a kiss on his cheek. He returns the gesture and it does something to my heart. I rise to my feet and take a step back, leaving this moment between them.
“Have fun, you two.” Gem winks. “Come on, little man.” She holds her hand out for him to take. “Batman and a large bowl of caramel popcorn awaits us.”
Shaun happily skips toward Gem and takes her hand.
Scar says her goodbyes and I let her walk ahead of me, which is my biggest mistake. Her heart-shaped ass sways seductively and taunts me, reminding me how it felt in my hands. I want to squeeze it, bite it, and lick it.
When we reach my truck, I help her in by holding onto her hips and hold back a groan. Doesn’t she realize what she does to me by looking sexy as hell? Sexually frustrated, I slam the door more harshly than I wanted to. When I climb into the truck, I stare at her beautiful face with a smile that makes me want to grab her face and kiss the loving hell out of her lips.
I turn on the ignition.
“So, where are we going?” she asks as she puts on her seatbelt.
“You’ll just have to wait and see.” I smirk and pull away from the curb. It didn’t take long for me to decide what would be a perfect first date. There was one thing that always brought a smile to her face and tucked away the darkness that loomed over her.
When we pull up to the destination, I watch in fascination when the light brightens her smile. “Oh, my God, Ricky.”
She doesn’t realize how much it means to me that she calls me Ricky. It’s our own special bond. It brings me hope that our past can be just that—the past—and we can focus on the present and the future because I have huge plans for us, but I need to make sure it’s something she’ll get on board with. If not, I’ll wait until she’s ready for us to begin.
Turning the car off, I twist the keys out of the ignition. “You ready?” I ask as I jump out of the truck and walk around to her side, pulling her door open. I hold my hand out, waiting for her to accept. She does and allows me to help her down. With my hand on her lower back, ignoring the electricity that runs through me, we walk toward the front door of the art studio.
Paint My Day studio is owned by twin sisters who moved here from Montana. It recently opened a few months ago. As soon as I found this place while driving through the old downtown, I knew it would make a memorable magical night with my Tinkerbelle.
“You ready?” I ask her with a smile.
She nods excitedly. The red brick studio sits between a bridal and chocolate shop. We walk through the double doors that lead to an open studio with two large wood tables that sit at least fifteen people on each side. The wooden shelves that hang on the graffiti covered wall are stocked with paints, brushes, and pottery.
“Welcome!” a middle-aged woman with blue hair, covered with tattoos on her neck to her arms, greets us. “I’m Daisy. What brings you in today?”
“We’re on a date. I made reservations under Maverick.”
Realization sits in when she stares at me. “Oh, my God,” she breathes. “You’re Jace Callahan.”
“Yes, I am.”
“I’m sorry for gawking, but I’m a huge fan.” She smiles so wide, I fear her face will stay that way.
Scar snickers beside me.
“Oh, I’m so sorry.” She looks guiltily at Scar who just gives her a warm smile.
“It’s fine,” she blows it off.
