Page 2 of Unsure in Love

Damian Alvarez.

“Don’t remember,” I said. “And yes, something went down. We had sex.”

Amazing sex.

April was the only one who knew about my one-night fling. I didn’t dare tell the others for fear of Nic finding out I messed around with one of his best buds.

“Are you sure it was just sex?” she asked. The question echoed with suspicion.

I glared. “What else would it be? We parted ways the next morning, and I haven’t heard from him. I hadn’t even thought of him before now, thank you very much.” I deserved an Oscar for getting that lie out with a straight face.

April shook her head. “And here I thought there was hope for you.”

I scowled. “April, why are you here?”

She rolled her eyes. “I’m your sister. I can’t pop up whenever I want to see you?”

“That’s why I have an apartment. You can pop up there.”

She sighed. “You’re such a hardass. Alright, I came for a consultation.”

I lifted one eyebrow. “You ‌remember that this is a tattoo parlor, right?”

Crimson infused my sister’s cheeks. “I’m well aware.”

My eyebrows couldn’t have hiked up any faster or higher. “You want a tattoo?”

“Don’t you dare laugh at me.”

Already, laughter threatened to burst free. “Goody two-shoes April wants a tattoo? Get out of here.”

“Grow up,” she hissed and then looked away with pursed lips. “Yes, I want a tattoo. I mean, I’m thinking about it.”

Wiping away my amusement and killing the many jokes on the tip of my tongue, I nodded. “Okay, what are you thinking?”

She glowered. “I mean it, Cass, don’t laugh. Be professional.”

With her acting so cagey, I couldn’t promise I wouldn’t laugh. “Okay. Shoot.”

“I want to get the words Wild Child tattooed somewhere provocative, like on my inner thigh or an ass cheek.”

After a beat of silence, and me trying to be professional, my cackles filled the shop. “What? That’s… you don’t do tattoos.”

She blew out a breath. “Well, I do now. Julian is coming home in a couple of weeks.”

“Oh, right. He’s retiring and moving back to Oakland.” April’s partner was a hot-shot professional hockey player. He was ready to leave the limelight to have a happily ever after with my sister in our small town.

“Yes, and I want to surprise him.”

“Why Wild Child? I thought his nickname for you was Flower Child?” I thought Julian’s moniker for my sister was spot on. She was such a hippie.

“It is, but it’s Wild Child in private.” Her face was fire engine red at that point.

“You freaks.” I wrinkled my nose and held up my palm. “Please do not gross me out anymore. I’m not tattooing my sister’s ass.”

“But Cass!” she whined. “I can’t let anyone else do it. You’re the best tattoo artist I know.”

“I’m the only one you know.”

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