Page 59 of Hello Trouble

She glared at me.

“Your ankle?”

She rolled her eyes.

“Your wrist?” Although how could I have missed it? I’d love to see some ink on that perfect porcelain skin of hers.

“I guess that’s for me to know and...” Her words trailed off.

“And for me to find out.” I bit my bottom lip, thinking of how I’d worship every inch of her until I found the design.

Her cheeks flushed again.

If she reacted so strongly to my words, how would she respond to my touch?

I closed my eyes again, hunching over. This woman would be the death of me.

Alternators.

Gasket.

Intake manifold.

“You okay over there?” Della asked.

I opened my eyes to find her curious stare. “I’m just fine,” I managed.

She shrugged and took a bite of her sandwich. When she set it back down, she ran a napkin over her lips. “What’s your middle name?” she asked.

My eyebrows rose. “Random.”

“I can’t date a guy and not know his middle name.” She dragged a fry through ketchup.

My hands were stalled on the table. “But then you’ll use it...”

“And?” she countered.

“And I don’t like my middle name.”

She shrugged. “Guess it’s been nice knowing you.”

Fuck. “Really?”

She giggled and ate her fry. “Come on, it can’t be that bad.”

I raised my eyebrows, shaking my head.

She leaned forward, both arms on the table. “Okay, you have me so curious that I will never stop asking. So save yourself the perpetual torment and my eventual sleuthing and tell me.” She batted her eyelashes. “Please?”

Fuck. How could I turn her down? Especially when she had me smiling already. “It’s...” I cringed. “Brain.”

“What?” She stalled with a confused look, midway through picking up her sandwich. “Rayne?”

“No, it’s Brain.” I grimaced. “Like the organ.”

Hearty giggles shook her chest. “Brain? Why?”

“Because my dad was in charge of filling out the birth certificate while watching my older brothers. He was supposed to write ‘Brian’, but he got distracted and mixed up the letters. Guess the nurse didn’t notice. Thank fuck he spelled my first name right.”

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