Another brilliant response. “Oh.”
When neither one of us said anything, and suddenly uncomfortable, I walked over to the pullout bed I'd left a mess and fell onto it. Yanking the covers up and over my body with a yawn. I could hear Dex settling onto his bed, the springs on the mattress creaking under his weight, the sheets shuffling every which way.
“Dex?”
“Yeah?” he answered.
I yawned again, rolling to my side. "If you feel another Northern wind coming on tonight, aim it the other way, will you?"
The laugh that blasted out of him put a smile on my face as I fell asleep.
Chapter Fourteen
By the end of the second day at the expo, I would have bartered my first born for some sort of cloaking spell that made me invisible to douche bags.
My briefconversations with the drunkards that stumbledto the booth with one hand wrapped around a beer bottle and another shoved down the front of their pantsusually all went along the lines of:
"So if I get this expensive ass tattoo, do I get you for free?"
"No."
"How about a kiss?"
"No."
"Just a little one."
"No."
"A hand—"
The time Dex was around when a guy started going down that route had ended with Dex grumbling out, "Fuck off."
Oh Jesus.
He didn’t even spare a glance behind him to see the man who was bothering me, but apparently, the drunk idiot didn’t even need to see his face to get the message.
“Dex!” I hissed at him for being so rude when the guy only partially deserved it.
“Babe,” he responded, completely unapologetic and not giving half a shit. Then again, when did he? If I thought he’d pay attention, I’d try to give him a lesson in being polite.
Pointless, right?
Then there wasShane. Shane who came over every chance he got and what felt like every chance he didn't have. If I wouldn't have heard so much about him sleeping around with random women the day before, I wouldhave sworn he had a man crush on Dex.
Maybe he did.
He must have warmed up to me after the night before because he'd make his way to the counter and look me right in the face or down at my chest. Blatantly.
Like there was anything there to look at.
It had first started off with him, smiling, and leaning in. "Can I see your ink?"
Before we left Austin, I'd been mentally prepared for how hot and humid the city would be when I'd stuffed elbow-length sweaters and cardigans into my duffel bag. Neither one of the guys had said anything but I didn't want it to be completely obvious to a crowdof body art lovers, that my skin was naked.
"I don't have any," I told him in a low voice.
He totally didn't believe me at all because he frownedbut mysteriouslylet the question go. "Got a boyfriend?"
