Page 192 of Hooking Up
Chapter Thirty
Iris
Itake a deep breath as I step into Inked Hearts.
The bell rings.
Eyes turn in my direction. Leighton. Brendon. Walker.
His dark eyes light up as his smile spreads over his cheeks. He's always so happy to see me. Like I'm the sun on a cloudy day.
Leighton smiles. "Hey, Iris. How's it going?"
"Good." I tug at the zipper of my hoodie. My thighs rub together as I walk. These shorts are too short. And too tight.
"Hey, sweetness." Walker moves out from his suite. Wraps his arms around my waist. "You look good enough to eat."
My cheeks flush.
He motions to the bathroom in the corner.
I shake my head. Lean in to whisper. "Are you sure about this?"
"Yeah." He steps back. Moves to Dean's suite.
The blue-eyed tattoo artist is sitting in his chair, scribbling in a sketchbook. He looks up at us with a disaffected expression. "Yeah?"
"It's back and biceps day," Walker says.
Dean looks from Walker to me then back to Walker. "And?"
"You and Iris are coming with me," Walker says.
"Told you. I don't do threesomes anymore," Dean deadpans.
"Cute." Walker shakes his head. "You're right. I've been M.I.A. Not anymore."
Dean taps his pen against his sketchbook.
"From now on, our routine is my fucking religion." Walker runs his hand through his hair. "And I'm gonna keep you in the loop about Bree." Walker looks from me to his best friend. "I want you to know Iris. 'Cause she's gonna be around."
I swallow hard.
Dean looks up at me. "Is this gonna be a regular thing now?"
"No. I hate lifting weights." I press my lips together. "Just… well, you've been an asshole."
He nodsfair enough.
"But I do want us to be friendly." I tug on my zipper. "I don't want to steal your best friend."
Dean shrugsyou're ridiculous, but there's relief in his blue eyes.
Walker nods to the door. "Come on. Get dressed. We'll see who can do the bigger curl."
Dean pushes himself to his feet. He motions to the sidewalk.
Walker shakes his headreally?
