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Does she have a social security number?

How do I become one of those women you’ve been with?

But how do I also become the only woman you’ll be with?

Have you been in a serious relationship?

Or has everything always been temporary?

“Memphis?”

“Fuck, right,” I mumbled.

“What?”

“When is your birthday?”

He laughed again. “That’s the big question? I tell you to ask me anything under the sun and you want my birthday? I don’t know why I was sitting here imagining you instantly asking how big my dick was. I really have spentwaytoo much time with Indy.”

The way my mouth instantly fucking dried up.

“December twelfth, sugar.”

Was the answer to his assumed question still on the table though? That one sounded way more interesting than his birthday.

“Anything else?” he asked after I was awkwardly quiet for another ridiculous length of time.

“Why don’t you have any tattoos?”

“It’s hard for me to imagine doing something to intentionally damage my body even more. It’s already covered in scars. I don’t think I could justify paying someone to make it worse.”

“You could’ve just said you don’t like them,” I laughed.

“I couldn’t. Because that’s not true at all.”

“What?” I asked.

“I love everything about the way they look on your skin.”

God, I couldn’t breathe again.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

memphis

When Utah still hadn’t made it back by the next evening, I went to Indy’s room and knocked on the door.

“Enter at your own risk,” he called.

That shit paused me right where I stood with my hand on the doorknob. I wasn’t really sure if that was a safe game to play with someone like Indy.

He opened the door a second later anyway, already laughing.

“What do you need, sweets?”

“Have you heard from Utah? He should’ve been here by now.”

“Have you checked his phone?” he asked.

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