“Why am I hearing from Lisa that Hayden agreed to work on you?”
“Oh.” I exhaled in relief. “That. You weren’t here on Thursday when he agreed.”
“I was here Friday,” Cassie pointed out, adjusting a place setting on a drop-leaf table.
“For all of five minutes before your hot date picked you up. Was your mini-vacation fun?” I asked.
I’d met her husband, Nate, a few times now. He was an attractive older man and easy to talk to. Neither characteristic was a surprise, considering whom he married. Cassie was the most genuine woman I’d ever met. Aside from my own mother. She had the same altruistic personality. Her intentions were always good and her motives pure.
Cassie blushed and waved her hand around to hide how flustered she was. “It was nice, but that’s beside the point.” The weekend must have been more than just nice, judging from the color of her cheeks. “So the cupcakes worked?”
“Oh, they worked, all right. A little preemptive warning might have been helpful. I would have worn battle armor if I’d known.”
Cassie grinned mischievously. “I told you he liked cupcakes.”
“Serious understatement, Cassie. He almost bit off one of my fingers.”
“What?”
“You should ask him to tell you the story. I’d be interested to hear what his version is.” I arranged a centerpiece in the middle of the table. “Anyway, I’m meeting with him after work to see what he came up with.”
“I’m glad. He comes off as abrasive, but he’s quite the *cat under all that pretense.” Cassie unclasped the watch encircling her wrist. Beneath was a thin band of tattoo in black and pale blue, letters twisting together in delicate swirls.
“It’s beautiful.” I ran my fingers over the lines of ink. She didn’t have to tell me it was Hayden’s design; it bore his mark. “Eleanor?”
“She was my sister and Hayden’s mother.”
I read the dates embedded in her skin. “She passed away?”
“She did. Hayden was young when she died.”
“What happened?”
Cassie refastened the watch; it covered her tattoo perfectly. “I’m sure he’ll tell you at some point. It’s been difficult for him. He requires special handling.”
“Don’t we all?”
“Him more than most.”
Maybe that was where the connection came from: we were linked through the pain of loss.
*
It was a slow afternoon, so Cassie closed up early and I headed over to Inked Armor just before six. Chris was busy tattooing a terrifying-looking man with mammoth arms and a scruffy beard. Dimples appeared when he laughed at something Chris said, turning the scary down.
I didn’t see Hayden anywhere. Jamie, however, was hard to miss. He wasn’t in his usual jeans and T-shirt uniform. The guys typically wore shirts bearing the Inked Armor logo, but not today. Instead Jamie wore gray pin-striped pants that hung precariously low, a deep V of muscle on display. Lisa’s name was scrawled over his lower abdomen. The view was compromised by a black vest secured with one button. There were several more tattoos peeking out, but most of them were partially covered. On his right arm was a pinup version of Lisa, her hair light brown instead of pink.
“Hey, Tenley.” Jamie gave me a warm smile. “Hayden’s around here somewhere.”
“Thanks.” Too anxious to sit, I checked out the wall of designs, deciding what ones belonged to which artist in the shop.
“You’re earlier than I expected.”
Hayden stood behind his desk, the hint of a smile on his lips. He pulled out the chair beside his own and I crossed the room, my stomach twisting with a combination of apprehension and excitement. I took a seat.
“So, the sketch . . .” I began, but I trailed off as I met his intense gaze.
Hayden leaned back and swiveled in his chair, hands laced behind his head, showcasing solid biceps and taut forearms. I could see more of his tattoos. The body of the fish wrapped around the inside of his arm. Water splashed violently around the tail, giving the impression the fish was fighting its way upstream. A silver ball popped out from between Hayden’s lips, sliding back and forth to click against a ring.
“Here’s the deal. I’ll show you what I’ve got if you agree to get a small tattoo first.”
“We’ve already been over this. I know what I want,” I replied, annoyed.
He unlaced his hands and rested his forearms on his knees, his fingers grazing my thigh. He was so close I could feel the energy radiating from him. It reminded me of an oiled dirt road in the middle of summer, the waves of heat rolling off the ground to create a haze in the air. “Yes, you’ve said that, but there are some good reasons for you to get a small piece first.”