Page 26 of Three Little Words

“Please. I don’t need your ideas. I’m doing just fine on my own.”

He laughed. “Okay. Sure. That’s why you’re so worried about us stealing your business, huh?”

“You think it’s easy being a woman-owned shop in a boys’ club business like tattooing? And in a college town?”

He shrugged. “I guess I never thought about it.”

“Clearly. Now. I know where to go for that drink. Come on.”

I turned and started toward my car, which was parked down the street. Benny walked with me.

I could smell his cologne.

It was the same scent he’d worn when we were together.

And it still smelled fucking incredible on him—musk and cedar and a hint of leather.

Just one drink, I told myself. Just a little time to catch up, maybe pry and see what No Regrets was up to.

I wasn’t going to let myself get weak for Benny again.

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