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“I’ll be right there,” I gritted out.
“Good. You’re on call tonight, too.”
“Looking forward to it,” I lied, keeping my voice level.
He huffed. “Hurry up, then!”
Hale hung up before I could respond. Anything to get the last word.
Well, so much for grabbing a beer with Hunter later. I had to wade back into the cesspit.
“Work really isn’t better, then,” Camille said, forehead creased with a frown.
“Your boss sounds like a jerk,” Bodie added.
I chuckled grimly. “You’re not wrong.”
Camille gave me a searching look. “So, what are you going to do about it?”
“That’s what I have to decide.”
My mind turned it over and over, but when I got back to Riverton, I still didn’t know. My instinct to fix the problem warred with my fear that I could fail Chloe and the others the way I did Shane.
How could I live with that?
CHAPTER 28
Axel
I was buzzingwith anticipation when I walked into Ink Anarchy. It’d been too long since I went under the tattoo gun.
Fox waved to me from his station in the back. Angel gave me the stink eye as I passed.
I winked at her. “You’ll always be my first choice, babydoll. Foxy just owed me.”
Her eyes narrowed. “I better be.”
She was a small woman, five-foot-nothing with lots of curves, a mess of green hair piled in a bun, and enough tats to rival my bodyscape of ink. But she had enough attitude to make any man think twice about crossing her.
I blew her a kiss. “I’m all yours next time.”
She smirked. “Good. Tell Gray to get his ass back in here, too.”
“The man is taken.”
She stuck out her tongue. “You really think Emory is going to complain if I give his man some new art?”
Emory passed by. “He’s saving his skin for me!”
“Aw,” she crooned, “you two are sickening.”
Fox swept his gaze over me as I took a seat in his chair. My blood thrummed with excitement, much as it had when Dalton shoved his dick in my throat last night. Getting inked produced a surge of endorphins that always got me going.
“You’re overdressed,” he said. “You want to lift up the shirt or?—”
I pulled off my tank top and handed it to him. No point in having it bunched up around my chest or getting in his way.
Fox hung my shirt on a hook mounted on the wall, then hit the lever to recline the chair until I was lying damn near flat.
