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Honeymoon? Hell, yeah He liked the sound of that That would involve lots of sex and cocktails on the beach and ? Aruba? Jamaica?”
Her laugh interrupted hi to Kokomo”
He brightened as another paradise occurred to him “Hawaii?”
“No No tropical islands”
He scrunched one brow at her “Then where?”
“Maine” She beamed as if it were her dream vacation destination
“Maine? The state?” His tone was al to Maine
“Eventually We’ll start here and drive across the entire United States to Bangor”
He shook his head in confusion “What’s in Bangor?”
“Aw, coor?” She shimmied her shoulders and winked at him
He snorted This hy he married her Well, her twisted sense of hu her—er, you—in Bangor I want to bang you in every town on the planet But you don’t seriously want to drive that far, do you? We’re on the road constantly e tour with the band Aren’t you sick of it?”
“I love traveling with Sinners, but we never get to see anything e’re on the road We’re too busy working There are a whole lot of stops I want to et to see while we’re on tour I’ve beenthem on my super-secret map”
“It’s winter up there right now,” Eric said As far as he was concerned, Maine in December was not for thin-blooded southern Californians such as himself
“Exactly! Don’t you want to do donuts in the snoith the top down?”
Drive his classic Corvette in the snow? Uh, he was thinking no “I’d rather eat donuts in the sand with your top down”
The excited smile dropped froet it”
His heart sank Disappointing her crushed him He took the laptop fro her in his ar a kiss to her head “I can’t wait to see where you take me”
She snuggled into his chest and tightened her arle
Somehow, Eric felt he’d been had
Chapter Two
Rebekah eyed the tattoo needle with trepidation She remembered well the pain she’d experienced with her first tattoo Eric’s name and a musical score with the melody he’d written just for her had been etched on her lower back less than a month before The pain hadn’t been unbearable, but this—this was her entire ar about here Even the tender underside
“You sure about this?” the tattoo artist, Butch, asked
He’d done most of Eric’s tattoo work here in the basement studio called The Ink Well The talented artist had also inked Rebekah’s first and only tattoo, so it wasn’t that she didn’t trust hin She just didn’t know if she could tolerate that deep scratchy feeling for however long it would take to tattoo her entire arm
“You look a little green”
“It’s a lot of area to cover” She studied his work station and sed hard against the knot in her throat “With a needle”