Page 8 of Three Little Words

I laughed. “No. I’m a waitress. It’s thrilling.”

He chuckled. His thumb stroked idly along my side, the other still controlling the tattoo gun.

“I’m surprised. You’re really talented.”

“You think so?” I chuckled at that. “If the art hanging around your booth is all yours, then you’re really good, too.”

“Some of them were my dad’s, but most of them are mine.” There was a note of pride in his voice as he spoke. “The other guys are talented, too. It’s kind of a selling point of our shop. Talented artists who can do artwork and tattoos.”

“Yeah?” I smiled. “That’s not a bad selling point.”

He smiled down at me. “Well, if you’re looking for a change in career, I think you could cut it as a tattoo artist.”

I laughed softly at that. “I don’t think that’s really for me.”

“Really? Why not?”

“I just…don’t.”

It was too close to the kind of stuff Bryan would want to do. It could put me in touch with bikers and other people that my brother might want to run with.

The less of a connection I could have to that world, the better.

“Hm. Okay.” Benny nodded. “Well, for what it’s worth, I really do think you’d be good at it. If you ever wanted to do some flash sheets for us, I’d pay you for them.”

Maybe I could do that. Benny seemed really nice, and it was a chance to get a little exposure for my art.

And an excuse to see Benny again.

“I’ll think about that.” I smiled, shifting on the chair. “Might be fun to have other people see my art and get it tattooed, huh?”

“It’s pretty cool. I always feel proud when I see somebody I did work on.”

It would be nice to feel proud of something for once.

I made a soft hmm sound. “Like I said. I’ll think about it.”

“Cool. Just let me know.”

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