Sophie:I did hear about that, but from Ivy. She wasn’t being attempted murdered Linc, she was doing a walk of shame. They haven’t told Lilah, so Ivy was trying to sneak out the morning after.
Maverick:Why haven’t you told Lilah, Wes?
Sophie:He’s not telling Lilah until he’s sure about him and Ivy.
Maverick:How the hell are you not sure about Ivy?
Lincoln:Yeah, answer that.
Wes:She’s not just the fucking babysitter you dick.
Lincoln:That’s the only thing you got from that?
Wes:Of course I’m sure about Ivy.
Maverick:Then what’s the hold up?
I stare down at Maverick’s text. Whatisthe hold up? I’m absolutely sure about Ivy, so why hide it?
Because you’re still scared.
I mean, she’s not wrong, or I’m not wrong? I’m still not sure when my subconscious became Sarah’s voice, but it still freaks me out.
Of course I’m sure about Ivy. I’m fucking obsessed with the girl. I love everything about her.
Love.
Do I love Ivy? Of course I fucking love Ivy. How can I not? She forces you to love her. She gives you no other alternatives. Am I going to tell her? Hell no.
It’s way too soon for that. I told her I didn’t want to push too hard and I meant it. Even though I know I can’t go slow with her anymore, I don’t think I should drop this bomb just yet.
I really only have one shot at this. If it didn’t work out with Ivy, there’s no way in hell I’d ever try again. Maybe that’s why I hesitate. Because I know it’s her or nothing, and it’s fucking paralyzing to think about.
Last night was a dream. The best, most intense sex of my entire life. I can’t even fathom that I get to do that with her again. The day has gone by so slow, and I know it’s because I’m so anxious to get home. I’ll be forever thankful to my sister, who recommended her “teacher friend” as a nanny. Little did I know, she’d come in and flip my entire world upside down.
I shake the thoughts from my head so I don’t get hard at work.I’m sitting in my office when I get an email from the shop in Texas I did a guest spot for. I scan over it twice, then lean back in my desk chair, running a palm over my jaw, scratching the stubble.
They want me, and an artist of my choice to guest spot again, but at their New York location. In theory it sounds fantastic, but there’s a lot more I need to figure out before I accept. I need to make sure Ivy is willing to come with Delilah again.
I’m sure Ivy would be happy to do it, but the potential issue I see is Delilah not wanting to go. After we went to Texas for three days, I never heard the end of how much she didn’t like sleeping in a bed that wasn’t her own. I’ve taken her out of town with me before, but not for three days. My girl gets homesick, so I’m not going to force her to go anywhere she doesn’t want to go.
I’m thinking about all the opportunities that could come from this offer, and if I could leave Lilah for the whole week they’re asking for, when I get a knock on the office door.
“Yeah,” I call out in answer, and the door swings open revealing Leo, the calming buzz of the tattoo guns, filling the room immediately.
“Hey, boss,” Leo says, leaning on the door knob. “There’s a chick up front looking for you. She’s uhh...”
I quirk an eyebrow, waiting.
“Hot. She’s hot.”
I roll my eyes, and slide my desk chair back. Leo always hits on all of my clients, man or woman. I don’t have any appointments until later, so I’m not sure who it could be.
“You think everyone is hot,” I mumble.
I step around him and make my way past the neonCanyon Tattoosign, to the front of the shop. I stop dead in my tracks when I see Ivy standing at the front desk, talking to Jacob.
I quicken my steps, and when Ivy sees me, she turns and gives me her full-toothed grin.
