"You told that kid I'mold?" Maybe I shouldn't be that offended. Who knows how old that guy really is, but in my opinion twenty-six isnotold.
Jamie chuckles and pulls me closer so I'm smooshed against him. "No, that's not what I told him. I said if the blonde woman with purple streaks in her hair comes in looking sweet and fidgety, she's mine. My woman."
"He called me old," I protest and Ellis snorts.
Jamie pulls me back from glaring at Ellis. "He's a prospect, Sweets. For the club. Old Lady is what they call the brothers' wives, or women they claim."
"Am I in a romance novel again?" I blurt, becausewhat?
Ellis, god help him, laughs. "Is that lunch?"
"Are you still here?" I snap, glaring around Jamie's arm. "Why is he here anyway?"
Jamie shrugs and kisses my jaw. "He wanted a tattoo, and I thought he deserved a little pain for the shit he did."
Erg. Grumbling, I push the paper bag into Jamie's hand. "Lunch is for you. Share if you want, but thisold ladyneeds to get going before the sun shifts."
"Before the sun shifts? Is that a witchy term?" Ellis wonders out loud, and my patience drops significantly. Not in an angry way, but in a banter way where I kind of want to stomp my foot and point my finger while I scold him.
"Goodbye," I hiss at the stupidly handsome man on Jamie's bench.
I ignore whatever he says because Jamie kisses the sass right out of me. No, he burns my attitude to ash with the heat of his devouring. Feeling thoroughly tongue fucked and off-kilter, Jamie turns me around and pats my butt over my big winter coat.
"Have a good day, my love. Text me when you're safe."
I grin over my shoulder and stick my tongue out at my sexy tattoo artist. "Peace out."
"Tell me you love me," he demands, and I rush out the door with a squeak when his hand comes flying at my butt.
"I love you!!" I screech and run away. Today was supposed to be a normal day, but it wasn't. It's even better.
Twenty-Nine
NATE
I'm a builder and my usual medium is wood, so I'm no stranger to dust. But in the fucking house? My messes are the main reason we bought a home with a big garage for me to work in.
I'm used to it; I know how to keep it contained. Ellis, on the other hand, has no idea what the fuck he's doing and is about to smoke me out of the house.
My phone pings with another message from him. It's a link to another tutorial video. I wish he would just let me help with the remodels, but he can be so damn stubborn.
With my shirt over my nose to protect my lungs, I respond with a thumbs up because what the hell else am I supposed to do? If he wants to sand the walls before painting and blow it out into the hallway, who am I to judge?
I'm focused on being happy that he's doing something to encourage his personal growth. Turning our basement living room into a kick ass gym with a new treadmill will be good for both of us.
Then there's the project he has going on in the office we don't use. That is the one I really want to help with, but I respect hisneed to do it alone for Violet. He's working on turning the bare room into a cozy place she can work or just read.
Unfortunately, that means he's also sanding the walls in there before repainting. Maybe I'm being dramatic, but I hate dust in the house. I try to shower immediately when I come inside every day.
Ellis bounds up the stairs from the basement looking pretty damn sexy in his flannel, tight black shirt underneath, and jeans. Then he rolls his eyes when he sees me covering my nose and slumps into the chair beside me at the dining table.
"Can you text Jamie and ask him if Violet likes scrunchies or normal ponytails?" he asks, as if he hasn't had me hounding the poor man all morning.Natural wood or white? Wall of bookshelves or mural?"I want to stock her room with some feminine stuff."
"You should text him this time," I suggest and lean back in my chair. My shirt drops and I catch a whiff of paint. "How's the painting going for the gym? Do you need my help?"
"Yes." My excitement is immediately squashed when Ellis reiterates, "I need you to text Jamie."
"Why won’t you?" I grumble even as I pull Jamie's text thread up on my phone.
