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"Well… you're a good cook, a good tattoo artist, a good friend."
"A good fuck?"
She laughs. "Great."
"That's the one that gets great?"
"Show less skill if you want less recognition." Her voice gets floaty.
My chest warms. Fuck, I love seeing her like this. I want it so badly. Want this so badly.
If it's what's best for her. And Charlotte.
It's so perfect it's wrong.
It really is.
"You don't want to experience my skills today," I say.
"I do." She tugs at my t-shirt. "But later."
"After…"
"You'll really do anything?"
I nod. "Anything."
"This will be perfect."
Chapter Forty-Two
Ariel
Itake Chase to the Museum of Contemporary Art.
He laughs. "Princess, you really think you had to convince me to go to a museum?" He motions to his tattooed arm.
My thoughts evaporate. Logic… There was some logic to this decision. To the surprise. This was Mom's favorite museum. That's why I'm here.
But everything else is so fuzzy.
Chase's inked arms are just—
It's not even that they're yummy, though they are so, so yummy.
I look at him and I see him cradling a baby. I see him holding a little girl, cooing over her, letting her tiny little fingers wrap around his tattooed forearm.
Why is that so sexy?
I don't care to find the logic at the moment.
Life is too good for thinking.
I'm spending a beautiful, blue day with Chase.
With the smoking hot father of my child.
It's perfect.
