Page 14 of Inked Soul

Chapter Eight

She Fits In

Luke

Abigail is a virtual stranger and already she has seamlessly fallen into easy camaraderie with everyone she’s met. Alistair is probably the hardest one of us to win over and he’s already smiling at her.

I can’t tear my gaze from her as she banters with the people in my life. She is dressed in dark blue jeans and a flowy deep purple top. Her hair is down, and I can see she has quite a bit of pink running through her black hair. She is breathtaking and my heart feels full for the first time in ages. If I can only convince her to let me into her life and her heart, and not just her body. For now, I will accept our arrangement, but it won’t be long before she realizes she is mine.

Skye’s voice pulls me from my inner musings.

“A vet?” she asks with excitement. “Tyson has a lump on the inside of his left leg. When are you opening?” Like everything else the woman does, she speaks a mile a minute.

“Give her a minute,” I cut in. “She just got the shop.”

“It’s fine.” Abigail smiles at me, squeezing my arm before facing Skye. “It’ll take a couple of weeks to get all the gear I need and have the practice up and running. But I’m happy to do house calls in the meantime.”

“Really? That would be so cool.” Skye hands Tyler over to Alistair, who has a terrified look on his face. “Can we go now?”

Abigail looks torn between laughing and ripping her son out of my friend’s big hands. I don’t have the same problem. Hailey and I both burst out laughing before a flash goes off.

“What the hell, Hailey?” Alistair grumbles.

“Everyone gonna get a kick out of your face when I put this online,” she chuckles. “Have you never held a baby?”

Alistair frowns, thinking. “The last time was when Damien was this small.”

“Damien?” Abigail asks.

“His cousin, Laine’s youngest brother,” I explain with a snicker. “He just turned twenty-one, so it’s been a long time.”

“Wow. It has been a while,” she teases my best friend, and I swear the tips of his ears turn red.

“Can we go already?” Skye cuts in, hopping from one foot to the other.

“She’ll never let you have a moment of peace,” I chuckle. “Go on, I’ve got Tyler.”

Abigail raises a brow questioningly. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, how hard can it be?”

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