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“Jaz did these, didn’t he?”
“He did. How did you know?”
“I can just tell his work. There’s something about the strokes and the depth of color.”
“I see.”
She lifted her light blue shirt and bared her torso, the matching bra, and then the bright pink ink in the indent of her shoulder. A cat with a diamond crown and the word Princess in swirly letters underneath.
“I’ve never seen that.” She often wore moderately revealing clothing when she was at work. It was part of the get up at the club. She was tasteful, but the ink? Yeah, he’d have seen that.
“It’s new. Since you called me Princess that first time.”
Mac gave a curt not and fiddled with the belt buckle before moving on to popping the button on his jeans. “You might want to go ahead and get those pants off.” He didn’t dare say too much else. What she told him about her tattoo had him choked up in a way he had no idea how to process.
If he hadn’t been in love with her before, he certainly would be now.
