Page 27 of Savage Spades

“Why not? You just have to give the drawing to the tattoo artist, and he’ll ink it on me.”

“You want me to draw something that’s going to be on your body forever?”

It was a crazy idea and a lot of pressure. But her mind started to fill with ideas. What would represent Kit? Maybe a dangerous animal or a clown. Her lips twitched as she thought about a big, ugly clown tattooed on his arm.

“Why not?”

“That’s a lot of pressure.”

“If I’m not worried about it, you shouldn’t be either. Just draw something for me, and I’ll stick it on.” He slapped the naked skin where the tattoo would be. He said it so naturally, as if getting a tattoo wasn’t a big life long decision.

“Fine…when I have time.”

He smiled at her but left her alone for the rest of the night.

She hated to admit that Kit made the last few hours of the night entertaining. She had to send Amire home early since it was so slow, but he didn’t seem to mind. Kit waited outside as she locked up. He leaned against the brick wall as she shut the door. With his hands in his pockets, he walked with her across the street to her truck.

“Thanks again for taking care of that guy,” she said. She could have taken care of it herself, but it felt good to have someone else do the dirty work. He took a step closer to her. Woodsy cologne filled her nose--a mix between pinecone and mint. A feeling of comfort washed over her.

“I told you. We protect what’s ours.”

Her eyes went to his lips, wondering how they would feel against hers. Fuck, she had to stop thinking like that. It had been so long since she’d even thought about a guy that she was practically foaming at the mouth. But even if that wasn’t the case, Kit was the most beautiful man she’d ever seen, even with his leather cut and man-bun. Two things she thought she’d never be attracted too.

She cleared her throat. “So when do you think the club will be back?”

“You miss us?” he asked, that cocky smirk across his face.

“No, I just want to make sure I’m here to help out if Jen and Amire get too busy.”

“I’ll ask the guys and let you know.”

She nodded, and they stood there for a moment staring at each other. His baby-blue eyes were such a contrast to his darker appearance that she couldn’t help feeling lost in them.

“Goodnight, Cam,” he said.

“Goodnight.”

She turned away from him to get in her truck. He took a step back to allow her space to get in. She awkwardly waved before turning the key in the ignite. Instead of rumbling to life, the only sound was a small click. She tried again but only got the click.

Kit knocked on her window. “Pop your hood.”

She did as he asked before climbing out of the truck to join him. He lifted the hood and inspected the engine.

“What is it?” she asked.

He started poking around and moving parts. “I’m not sure. It could be your alternator, but I’d have to test it to see.”

She laced her fingers together. “How much is that going to cost?”

He pulled the hood down and wiped his hands on his jeans. “It just depends. Don’t worry about it right now. Let me take you home.”

She looked over at the motorcycle parked in front of her bar.

“On that thing?” she asked.

He chuckled. “Unless you prefer to walk.”

Her feet were aching from standing on them all night. Walking back to the house was not an option. Her stomach twisted with a mix of excitement and nervousness as she followed behind Kit to his motorcycle. He handed her a helmet and showed her how to secure it on her head. The brush of his fingers against her skin as he buckled the chin strapped caused goosebumps to rise over her arms. He climbed on and instructed her to get on behind him.

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