Page 14 of Tattoo My Heart
“But what if he’s nice?” I argue.
“I thought you wanted to take a hot man on this trip, someone you could show off to Cal,” she reminds me.
“Ugh, I hate it when you make sense.” I drop on the bench and wait for her to stick the pacifier back into the baby’s mouth. Something startled him, and he spit it out on instinct, now he’s about to cry.
“Okay, I am ready now,” she declares once we’re situated. “Show me the hunk.”
With a roll of my eyes, I unlock my phone and open theHolidatesapp. Once I get to my inbox, I tap on the only message I have so far.
“Hmm,” Carrie hums to herself as she’s looking over my shoulder. “His name is Khail P.?”
My heart beats a little faster at hearing the name. I’m sure her mind just went in the same place where mine did earlier. And Cal Prentice is right in the middle of it all.
“That’s weird, right?” I ask for confirmation of all my fears.
“No,” she shrugs, but she says it way too quickly. “Find his picture already.”
I tap on Khail’s name to access his information.
“It says he is twenty-eight,” I read out loud. “Six foot three, hazel eyes…”
I quit talking and just scroll through his stats.
“Wow, just what you were looking for, right?” Carrie elbows me, waiting for me to show more excitement. “What does his picture look like?”
“It’s…”
“Hot,” Carrie finishes my thought. “Damn.”
I have to agree. He is damn hot, and he’s not even showing his face.
“Isn’t that against the rules though?” I point at my screen.
“What is?”
“For him not to show his face,” I explain. “I thought we had to upload a headshot in there.”
“Which one did you do?”
She doesn’t even wait for me to reply. Instead, she snatches the phone from my hand and starts tapping on the screen until she gets to my personal info.
“Sheesh, Evie,” she lets out a soft snort of laughter. “It’s like one of those headshots that realtors have on their listings. When did you take this?”
“That’s just great,” I sigh and throw my head back toward the sky. “I thought we had to look professional on there!” But now it explains how I only have one person in my inbox. And it is a person who is only showing me his amazing back.
Carrie goes back to snooping around in his account, and there he is. All colorful tattoos, intricate designs that make me lose my train of thought.
The man, Khail, has a baseball cap on that he is wearing backward, a weakness of mine, and dark hair with a slight curl to it is showing from underneath.
“I sure hope his front matches this magnificent back,” Carrie sighs as she continues staring at him.
I take my phone back from her hand, pushing lightly at her shoulder.
“I don’t think James would appreciate you ogling my date.”
“Oh, but you ogling my baby daddy is okay?” she deadpans.
“What? I have never…” But I can’t even say it with a straight face. James is hot, and she knows it. She also knows that other women stare, but that he doesn’t care one bit.
