Page 66 of Bring It On


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“Seems an obvious answer to me if dinner the other night is any indication. You guys bolted pretty quickly.”

The corners of my lips turned upward thinking of what happened after dinner.

“You guys are clearly pretty compatible in at least one way.”

“No doubt about that.”

We were quiet for a bit. I let Lucas concentrate on his work.

“She’s good for you.”

Assuming we were talking about Zoe, I said. “Yeah, she is.”

“You just have to take care of yourself. I know it’s an adjustment.”

“That’s an understatement.”

Lucas stopped. I looked at my arm. It wasn’t finished. Glancing up, I wondered what was up with Lucas’s expression. He seemed concerned.

“What is it?”

“I saw the way you jumped when the waitress dropped her tray the other night at dinner.”

I knew where he was going with this. “I’m fine.”

“Which might be the case. But you were shot. In a war zone. If you weren’t one hundred percent fine, there’s no shame in that.”

Probably not a good time to mention the nightmares. They’d only started since I got back, which was odd. You’d think I would have had more trouble right after it happened.

“Like you said, it’ll be an adjustment.”

Lucas started working again. “One you don’t need to go through alone.”

Wanting to change the topic, I mumbled, “Thanks,” and glanced down at his work. “Looking good.”

“Nothing but the best at Grunt Ink.”

“I’m happy for you, Lucas. You said you wanted to do this and look.” I gestured with my other hand around the place. “It’s fucking awesome.”

“Can’t argue with you there. Your business will be too.”

Your business. That Lucas didn’t even question my idea and assumed it would be a success was just like him. He might be rough around the edges, but the guy was as good a friend as they came.

“Thanks, man.”

“Anytime.”

My phone buzzed, but I didn’t look at it.

“Go ahead and take it. I’ll be right back.” Lucas put down his tattoo pen.

Picking up my phone, I wasn’t surprised to see Zoe’s name at the top.

Miss me?

More than you can fucking imagine.

Good. ’Cause I was thinking, maybe I could run back to the apartment at lunchtime and take the afternoon off.

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