Well, realistically, he’d probably want that crazy rock star to have his ringifhe was marrying one of his great-granddaughters or something. But still. What was I gonna do, just wait around in hopes that someday I’d marry a guy as cool as Ashley Player?
Totally wasn’t happening.
Becausethere was no guy as cool as Ashley Player.
“Okay,” Taylor said. “I’m not gonna say anything else about the ring thing right now, because clearly, you don’t need me to.”
I groaned. “Shit, Tay. What if he really is my unicorn?”
Every girl wanted to find herself a unicorn, right? I mean, wasn’t that a good thing?
Agreatthing?
“What if he is?” she challenged.
I took a long swig of my drink and dug down deep… to the heart of my lingering discomfort. It had plagued me ever since brunch, since being in a room with Ashley and my sister again.
“Then I think I need to get over the fact that he may have my sister’s name tattooed on his body.”
“Ah,” Taylor said, like she was finally understanding where all my unease was really coming from. “Come on, don’t be so hard on yourself, Danica. You have every right to be freaked out by that.”
“Do I?”
“Absolutely,” she said. “You haven’t seen it yet?”
“No. I mean, I looked for it, kind of, but he has a lot of tattoos. And when I saw him almost naked, he was in pain. And it was kinda dark.”
“Nope. Stop making excuses and find that tattoo. You need to assess.”
“Assess what?”
“How bad it is,” she said. “And if you’re gonna be able to accept him as your unicorn with her brand on his body.”
I practically shivered at the thought. “I mean, it’s not like she burned it onto him while she had him restrained.”
God. That mental image was way more than I ever wanted to picture.
Too late.
Image conjured.
Taylor sipped her mojito, her eyes narrowing at me. “Are you one-hundred-percent sure that’s not true?”
“Knowing my sister…?” I took a generous sip of my drink. “I’m really not.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Danica
About half an hour later, the keeper called to invite me to dinner.
With his dad.
Taylor was heading off on a date, Dani had plans with some girlfriends, and I had no plans for the evening other than stripping down to my undies (my apartment gothotin summer), propping my feet up and eating pizza while binge-watching the last season ofGirls, alone.
So obviously, I said yes.
As fabulous as they were, Ashley Player trumped pizza andGirlsany day.
