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"Yeah. But it's more the lead singer and that sexy, breathy voice of his." Kaylee motions to the radio. "He sounds like he's in the middle of... you know."
"I know?"
"Sex."
He does. Which means it is the band. And even thoughthe singer does sound like he's in the middle of a fuck, this is a much safer topic than handcuffs. "You know two of the guys get their work done at Inked Hearts."
"They do not."
I nod then attempt to turn my attention back to the road as I take the 10 to the 405. It's a straight shot for another fifteen miles. Luckily, we're late enough into morning to skip traffic. Mostly.
Kaylee turns toward me, her smile brightening her light eyes. "Brendon Kane, I can't believe it."
"Yeah?"
"You're a name dropper."
"Didn't say a name."
"Brendon Kane, the celebrity name dropper. Who else do you work with, oh great tattoo artist?"
"A lot of musicians."
"Yeah?" Her voice perks. She clears her throat, trying to play down her interest. Kaylee and Emma were obsessed with a few bands for a while. And I mean know the guys' birthdays, tattoos, and favorite foods obsessed.
Only all those bands sound the same to me.
"Not that you care," I tease back.
"Yeah. Of course not." She smooths her dress. "Who was it?" When I don't respond, she motions to the stereo.
"Artist client confidentiality."
"Tease."
Fuck yeah. "And that's a bad thing?"
That gets her chest flushing red. She still manages to hold my gaze. "Don't make me beg."
So much for a safe topic. There's no way I can handle her begging. Not right now.
I turn back to the road. "What's his name?" I don't forget my regular clients' names, but I don't recall their professions either. Rock star, secretary, bartender, CEO—it's all the same to me. Skin is skin. Ink is ink. "Joel Young. He's a regular."
Her eyes go wide, but she nods like this is no big deal.
"And Ethan Strong. And his girlfriend."
"A couple's tattoo?" She lets out a long sigh. "That's sweet."
No, but it is sweet. "I could introduce you next time he comes in."
"No way," she squeals. It's a rarity for her.
Fuck, the things that excitement in her eyes does to me...
I'm not going to survive the drive at this rate.
"I'm sure he'd offer tickets," I say.
