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Cole
I want to string the fucker up by his nuts and shove sticks of dynamite through those big-ass holes in his ears.
“How you doing, babe?” I hear the asswipe ask her from behind the divider. “Need a break?”
“Nope. I’m good,” Sawyer answers.
A jolt of a
Oakley elbows Jace. “Your brother looks like he wants to rip someone’s head off.”
“I told him dating her was a bad idea,” Jace grumbles.
“Would you two idiots quit gossiping.” I fold my arms across my chest. “I’m fine.”
They exchange a glance.
“Whatever you say, man.”
“Your skin is so soft,” the dipshit murmurs. “Perfect canvas.”
I grind my molars.
“Thanks. I try to be good about skincare and I don’t use anything with chemical additives.” She laughs. “Wow, I sound like such a dork. Can we forget I said that?”
The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. Is she flirting back?
“Nah. I like a girl that pays attention to what she puts on and inside her body.”
She won’t be putting you inside her body, jackass.
“So, what part of the south are you originally from?” he asks next.
“That obvious, huh? North Carolina.”
I glare at Jace. “Do they always talk to the clients this much?”
For fuck’s sake you’d think he’d be more focused on not screwing up her tattoo, rather than what state she originates from.
Jace’s lips twitch. “My guy doesn’t.”
“Really?” the douchebag exclaims. “My aunt lives there.”
Cool story, bro.
“Is she near Knightdale by any chance? That’s where I grew up.”
“I’m not sure. She lives in Raleigh.”
“Oh!” I hate the excitement in her tone. “That’s really close.”
“Awesome. I was pla
Maybe you should move there permanently, you son of a bitch.
“Really?” The exhilaration in her voice kicks up a notch. “I’ll be there in March, for my sister’s wedding.”
Smirking, Jace and Oakley exchange another glance.
So help me God, if this prick asks her when the wedding is, I’m going to rip that divider in half and shove it up his ass.
“When is she getting hitched?”
Motherfucker.
“Third weekend of March.”
“What a coincidence. That’s the same week I was pla
Coincidence my ass. I smell a heaping pile of bullshit.
“Oh.” She falters just enough that I know she’s not fully committed to the idea of seeing him. “That’s cool.”
“If you’re not too busy, we should meet up and hang out.”
Over my dead body.
A weird feeling twists my guts. He’s not asking her to hang out in California where they both reside. He’s asking her to hang out in a completely different state.
Which can only mean one thing.
He’s serious with someone else, but wants to use my girlfriend as a side piece.
Fuck that noise. My girl isn’t anyone’s side piece or booty call.
Hell, she’s not even mine.
“Um.” There’s a hint of surprise in her voice. “Yeah, okay. Cool.”
My chest tightens. I didn’t think she’d agree.
The buzzing from the tattoo machine stops. “Give me your number, I’ll put it in my phone.”
“It’s—”