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He rubbed his hands over his shaved head and I wondered how often Saint did the sa each side of his scalp were bright and fun If he was ot His purplish eyes flashed at ravation
"What do you need et that store upstairs up and running? I thought I had an idea, but every tiet pulled in the opposite direction"
"I need you guys to give o, so I can contact a screen printer and get the designs put on T-shirts and other apparel" It had to be cute stuff and trendy stuff that fit with the vibe the guys had going on "I think you should all base your design ideas off of tattoos each of you already has The fangirls would go bonkers for it You have that dragon, Rule has that snake on his arht "Cora has all those flowers, and Rowdy has that anchor on his neck that is impossible to miss All different, all distinct, and I think it wouldthe tattoo shops--we’re branding the people behind them" I reached out and squeezed his impressive bicep "I also think you should do a special li badass that pays tribute to hiuys"
I saw his Adam’s apple slide up and down and his eyes blinked fast for a second until he cleared his throat and dipped his head down in a nod
"You are exactly the person we needed to rinned "He was a very smart and tricky man"
"He wanted you here for more than the shop, didn’t he?"
I lifted a bare shoulder and let it fall "Sometimes it takes so Phil was really good at that"
Nash grunted his agreement and lifted a hand to wave his client over as he entered the shop
"He was" He took a step around me and then paused and looked down at me "The store was all Rowdy’s idea The concept, the idea to branch out, was all hiive hi up and going Rule and I have too ht now"
It was there in those fabulous eyes, the same kind of colowed out of his father’s eyes He was Phil’s son--no doubt about it I laughed and turned back to the desk so I could help Coracrowd of potential clients
"Whatever you say, boss"
IT WASN’T UNTIL HOURS and hours later that I finally got to my brownie It had been a packed day for appointments, and there were two late walk-ins that a couple of the new artists agreed to stick around and do, so it was al the cash-out for the day and locking everything up Even on a busy day here it didn’t come close to the chaos I was used to at the shop in the casino That place had almost fifteen artists on staff and was open until two in theThe shops in Denver were successful and busy but they felt way less like a spectacle than my previous job had I was surprised howand I appreciated that they were really cranking out a works of art versus cookie-cutter, flash tattoos that tourists picked off a wall
I was the type of person that got bored and hated routine I think that was one of the reasons I was always on the move so much I never wanted to be predictable I never wanted to knoas in store for rowing up in a house where routine was everything, where not one second passed that wasn’t accounted for and planned down to the ulations, so it made sense that as soon as I was able I decided to never have a plan I was always content to just land wherever the wind took rounded here Felt like I could wake up to the mountains, fresh air, and crazy weather for an endless nuet tired of it
I also kneithout question that I could stare into Rowdy St Ja prettier--even when he was looking aton the brownie and called Poppy again, this tie where I chewed her out and threatened to get on the next plane out of Denver if she didn’t callthe cash from the day’s deposit in the safe that was in Cora’s office and ht sight of myself in one of the crazy fun-house mirrors the contractor had put up here to tie the boardwalk theether
It was the iraffe It also reflected that I had thick black ses of eyeliner under each eye and that my normally sleek and styled hair was a frizzy mess from the rain I couldn’t believe I had worked the entire last part of the day looking so rumpled and messy I shook hts off when I heard footsteps on the floor below uys and Cora, so I just assumed it was one of the to hit the stairs They did, and when I heard the distinctive click that could only belong to a pair of orn cowboy boots, I felt my heart start to pick up speed
Rowdy’s slicked-up hair cleared the top landing and his bright gaze landed on rin He didn’t quip one of his fast responses at me; he just stared at me steadily as he closed the space between us until he was standing in front of me He towered over me and I had to tilt my head back to look up at him Flirty-fun Rowdy seemed reserved for any female that wasn’t me and I didn’t know if I liked that or if it annoyed me just yet
"Hey"
His eyes flared hot at the center and I saw the corners of his mouth tense in a frown as he continued to just stare at
It took a solid five minutes before he decided to open hisby and see if you were still here He wants me to talk to you about the store"
I lifted an eyebrow at him and took a step back When I did so he took a e of one of his ruthlessly trimmed sideburns His eyes also swept over me and landed back on my face with his frown still in place