Page 16 of Pelvic Flaws

“No, not really. You know where it is.”

She stared at me, her eyes wide.

“Oh,” I exclaimed. “You want to ask me about Dex instead of questioning him. You should have said and then I could have told you it’s none of your business, but I told you, he’s only here to help with my car.”

“God, you are so like your father.”

With a huff and a little grumbling, she picked up her bag and coat, called up to the boys, received a grunting ‘bye’, and slammed the front door behind her.

“And that was my mum,” I said to Dex.

“She seems real nice. I liked her.”

“Oh and she really liked you.” I chuckled to myself. “Would you like that coffee now?”

Dex nodded. “That’d be great, thanks.”

“Let me guess, black, no sugar.”

“Damn right.”

Dex gave me another of his wonderful smiles and I was grinning like a loon, when the lounge door burst open.

“Has Nan gone, because-?”

Isaac pulled to a stop, causing Charlie to bundle against his back.

“No way,” he said, his eyes pinned to Dex. “You’re Dex Michaels.”

I looked to Dex, who appeared to look a little red cheeked.

“Hey there.”

Charlie peered around his brother. “Who are you?”

Without taking his eyes off Dex, Isaac said. “He’s Dex Michaels, only the best tattooist in the United States.”

“Woah,” Charlie said, gawping at our guest. “Cool.”

And that was when my boys fell in love with the hot, silver fox in my living room.

Dex

The two kids staring at me were the mirror image of each other, one more boyish in his looks, but both looked like their mom, but with brown eyes instead of the light blue that had started to enthral me.

“You know who Dex is?” Katie asked, looking at her boys in astonishment.

“Anyone who’s into tattoos knows who Dex is. He’s awesome.”

I winced. “Well thanks, erm Isaac is it?” He nodded. “But I’m not sure I’m the best in the states. There are plenty more guys who do some pretty epic designs.”

“No way,” Isaac said, shaking a finger at me. “That series of tats you did for that band were amazing.”

“You mean the gargoyles that I did for Rabid Spectre?”

“Yeah those,” he replied excitedly. “Mum, you should have seen them, they looked so real.”

“Right, okay.” Katie said, looking at me with narrowed eyes. “So, you’re some big, hot shot tattooist?”

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