Scarification (Irons and Works Book 6) by E.M. Lindsey

Author:E.M. Lindsey [Lindsey, E.M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-11-02T16:00:00+00:00

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Miguel finished off the second yin yang symbol, annoyed by how surprised the kid was that it turned out so well, and he certainly didn’t appreciate the two bucks the guy threw in as a tip. But Tony also wasn’t charging him stall rent for his stay there, which meant he was only out supplies and time, and the sixty-dollar shop minimum was enough to cover the forty-five minutes it took between both men.

He shared looks of sympathy with the other guys—none of them had been questioned on their abilities, but they’d all been stiffed, and it was nice to have people to commiserate with.

“No worries,” Tony said, dropping a hand on his shoulder, “I don’t charge rent for shit days like this. Those assholes come in like once every couple of months and we ink them, and then we feast.”

Miguel’s eyebrows rose, and he realized he hadn’t texted Amit the food order. Before he could even reach for his phone, the front doors opened, and Amit walked in. He was followed by Derek and Niko, all three of them laden with food bags which immediately filled the shop with the scent of rich spices. There was a cheer from the crowd, and Miguel couldn’t help his smile when he saw Niko drop into Sam’s lap to kiss him as Derek and Sage grabbed the rest of the bags and walked back to the sketch room to set up their makeshift buffet.

Amit was still there, hanging back, but when their gazes locked, he stepped forward and offered a grin. Miguel wanted to touch him, haul him in close and kiss him, but he waited. Amit seemed a little on edge, and far more tense than Miguel had last left him which set his anxiety on high alert. Had it been awful? Was he having second thoughts? It’s not like Miguel would blame him, but he’d let himself hope, and Amit seemed like he hadn’t wanted to walk away that morning.

“Let me put my ears on,” Amit said when Miguel opened his mouth to greet him. He turned away, snatching them off the worktable, and winced when they switched on. Miguel saw his shoulders rise and fall with a breath, then he turned back and smiled. “Better.”

“Is it?” Miguel asked.

Amit laughed. “Yeah, it is.” He stepped in and put one tentative hand to Miguel’s waist. “I hope Greek’s okay. Derek apparently had half the restaurant ordered before I could check with you.”

“Food is food,” Miguel said—which wasn’t entirely true. He was picky about a lot of shit, but right then he was just hungry. When he turned back to Amit, though, his hunger faded to the background. Amit’s expression was drawn, eyes worried, his shoulders tense. “Hey, are you okay?”

Amit laughed, rolling his eyes. “Fuck sign language.”

Miguel blinked in surprise. “What?”

“No, I don’t mean…” He laughed again, waving him off. “It’s not a language where you get to hide how you feel, and I’ve been using it long enough now that all my emotions show on my face.

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