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I nod at her. "Are you ready for this tattoo?"

She grins, her green eyes sparkling, "more than ready. I thought about getting a black and red rose on my hip with a script of something like, 'always with me,' whatcha think?"

I smile wide before taking her into my arms again, hugging her tightly. "I think that sounds perfect, darling."

She squeezes me tight when Hawk walks out of his office and clears his throat, making us separate and turn to him. Jealousy burns through his eyes, and I grin wide. His thing for baby Harris shone through his brown eyes.

I wrap my arm around her shoulders, making him narrow his eyes at me before he smiles wide at Daisy.

"You ready, Diamond?"

Her cheeks redden, a blush coating her face and neck, and I smirk at Hawk while he bites his bottom lip to stop his from forming. Daisy's always had a thing for Hawk, which she has done for years. He's always wanted her but didn't think she felt the same, so he went to others to try and forget about his feelings. A bit like Slicer and the woman he'd been trying to find since she left the next morning after their night together, only Hawk's woman was right before him. He actually stopped fucking around about four years ago when he realized feelings were reciprocated and has been waiting patiently for her to go to him, not wanting to push her, all while giving little hints, only to find out from Rose before she passed away that Daisy thought her and Hawk were an item, not realizing that she was actually into women but didn't want her parents to know.

Hawk was her scapegoat, and we all had to lie to Daisy, so now he's a man on a fucking mission.

If he's not here, then he's at her flower shop.

Where she is, he is, but she still needs to take the bait.

Yet!

She clears her throat. "Yep, I'm ready."

He grins at her and says, "Come on, Diamond, let's get you set up."

She nods before getting on her tiptoes to kiss my cheek, making me smile at her while Hawk tries to swallow his growl, making my shoulders shake with silent laughter as she walks past, giving him a funny look and going into his room. I raise a brow at him, and he nods, making me smirk while he turns to follow her. He's making his move. And about fucking time, too, if you ask me, though; I know his Momma doesn't like Daisy because her shyness has come off as disrespectful in Momma Thomas' eyes, so I have no idea how he's going to swing it.

I shake my head and look at Phoebe, and I see her narrowing her eyes at Daisy's back.

I clear my throat, gaining her attention. She smiles at me like she wasn't planning on hurting someone we've taken care of for years for her sister, which most probably made her feel like a fucking burden when she's not. I raise a brow and say, "Send the first walk-in through to my room in five minutes and leave Daisy the fuck alone; she's family."

She nods while her eyes widen, about to say something, but I ignore her and walk out of the waiting room to get my room ready for my first client, making her scowl. If her stepdad weren't a fucking brother, I would have fired her months ago, but Splinter begged; apparently, she's burned her bridges after giving the dean a sexually transmitted disease a few years ago.

I sigh and shake my head, cleaning the tattoo chair before my door opens, and a young woman walks in with a smirk on her face. She looks like a plastic Barbie, and I bet you anything, she'll ask for a tramp stamp.

"Hey gorgeous, I want a butterfly on my lower back; can you do it?"

I drop my chin to my chest and sigh - see.

I fucking hate this part about my job, and if I didn't want to try and help Hawk so much with Daisy, I would have fought to take her this morning. Sighing, I nod and pat my chair, ready to start making her grin wide.

Fuck, it's going to be a long ass day of walk-ins.

Chapter 2

Sophie – age 26

I sigh while scrubbing my hand over my face before wiping down the equipment.

I'm tired, so fricking tired.

I've just finished wiping down the examination table, ready to leave after a night shift. Sarah, my colleague, and the owner come in wearing her usual dark maroon scrubs while her dark brown hair is up in a twist. She smiles while I scowl at her, causing her to furrow her brows.

"Bad night?"

I sigh and drop the cloth on the table.

"Mr Douglas."

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