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I breathed a long sigh of relief

"Who’s that?" Travis asked

"A the phone slip back into my purse "She’s pissed"

He smiled "I bet"

"Where to? The airport?" Travis asked, holding his hand out for h so that I could seewe need to make a pit stop first"

One of his eyebrows pulled up "To where?"

"You’ll see"

CHAPTER TEN

Inked

Abby

"What do you"We’re not here for me?"

The tattoo artist stared at us both, a little surprised at Travis’s surprise

The entire taxi ride over, Travis assu present When I told the driver our destination, it never occurred to Travis that I would be the one getting inked He talked about tattooing ABBY somewhere on hiht it would be redundant

"It’sto the tattoo artist "What’s your name?"

"Griffin," he said in a monotone

"Of course," I said "I want MRS MADDOX here" I touched ht side of h not to be seen, even in a bikini I wanted Travis to be the only one privy to my ink, a nice surprise every time he undressed me

Travis beamed "Mrs Maddox?"

"Yes, in this font," I said, pointing to a la sample tattoos

Travis sant, but not fussy"

"Exactly Can you do that?"

"I can It’ll be about an hour We have a couple people ahead of you It’ll be two fifty"

"Two fifty? For a few scribbles?" Travis said, hisopen "What the fuck, chuck?"

"It’s Griffin," he said, unaffected

"I know, but--"

"It’s okay, baby," I said "Everything is et hoe?" Griffin said

Travis sent hi back at me "This’ll be two hundred bucks cheaper back home"

"If I wait, I won’t do it"

Griffin shrugged "Then lared at Travis and Griffin "I’ this" I pulled out my wallet and shoved three bills at Griffin "So you take my money"--I frowned at Travis--"and you hush It’s my money, my body, and this is what I want to do"

Travis see to hurt"

I smiled "Me? Or you?"

"Both"

Griffin took my money and then disappeared Travis paced the floor like a nervous expectant father He peeked down the hall, and then paced so At one point he begged me not to do it, and then beca through with it

"Pull down your jeans," Griffin said, getting his equip look at the short, muscular man from under his brow, but Griffin was too busy to notice Travis’sexpression

I sat on the chair, and Griffin pushed buttons As the chair reclined, Travis sat on a stool on the other side of

"Trav," I said in a soft voice "Sit down" I held out ers, and offered a sweet but nervous sht he couldn’t take the waiting anymore, my cell phone buzzed in e frorateful for the distraction

"Leave it, Trav"

He looked at the display and frowned My breath caught He held out the phone for rabbed it from him and would’ve felt relief if it weren’t for the cold cotton swab running over my hip bone "Hello?"

"Abby?" Aot hoone"

"Oh," I said,her yet I wasn’t sure how to break the news, but I was sure she was going to hate me At least for a little while

"We’rein Vegas"

Ahed "Shut up"

"I’rew quiet, and then her voice was so loud, I flinched "WHY are you in Vegas? It’s not like you had a good time when you were there last!"

"Travis and I decided towe kind of got married, Mare"

"What! This isn’t funny, Abby! You better be fucking joking!"

Griffin placed the transfer onto my skin and pressed Travis looked like he wanted to kill hi me

"You’re silly," I said, but when the tattoo an to hum my entire body tensed

"What’s that noise?" A