Breaking A Bad Boy by Susan Arden

Author:Susan Arden [Arden, Susan]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Silver Sprocket Publishing LLC
Published: 2014-06-14T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 12

THROUGHOUT THE WEEK, Rory had been occupied all week with the last part of the cattle drive, and then dealing with his property. Sommer kept busy being on parent duty. No matter what she did, the nagging need to check up on her mom had yet to settle after the last go round. She stayed at home when she could, keeping an eye on Momma when Aunt Belinda couldn’t. In the evenings, they played bridge and she helped Momma out in the garden. Although she spoke with Rory all the time, she missed him. And now that missing him included being haunted by the feel of his body—being touched by him, intimately in ways she’d never imagined possible.

Clock watching abated when a group of bridesmaids showed up on Wednesday at the Tattooed Rose. Seven women who were eager to do something a little racy that didn’t involve going to Dallas. Four tattoos and three piercings later, Sommer’s day was done.

Thursday came and went. Only one tattoo customer. A small heart hidden on the woman’s derrière. Done. Her confusion grew with her restlessness, so she got busy, working on her shirts; cutting, knotting, and adding more photos of them to her Etsy account. Then Friday rolled around and here she sat with her ear buds in place, her iPod cranked, and her last customer nearly finished. She patted the puffy ink lines, spreading out over the skin on her client’s shoulders. Standing up, she studied her work: an intricate set of tattooed wings. The guy had called yesterday and said he’d seen her work on Hellhound’s site. Daria, his girlfriend who’d come with him, got up as well.

“The wings look awesome,” Daria said. “Better than the guitarist’s. You freehanded these designs?”

“Part. Wanted this set to be different.” Sommer smiled, pointing to the interlocking bands and picked up a new gun for shading, and adjusted the settings on her ink machine.

“So cool.” Daria was about to touch the tattoo but Sommer reached out swiftly.

“Can’t touch. Not yet,” she replied. When her client tried to lift upward, she moved and stopped him. “Not so fast. A little more, just a touch up, and then you’re through.”

“Daria, do ya dig it?” he asked.

“So much.” The girl took out her phone and took a picture. “See for yourself.”

Her client stared at the screen of his girlfriend’s cell and then unleashed a huge smile. “Baby, post it.”

Second tat in a week to get posted. Apparently, someone had tagged her in the Facebook photo post as the ink artist for Vince’s new tat. She would check out the Hellhound’s band site later and see for herself. Thinking of Vince, her mind drifted to Ivy, and Sommer suddenly realized, this was the first time in months that she wasn’t in the midst of a slew of rapid fire texts between her, Ivy, and Jen. Her chest tightened and she chewed the side of her mouth, laying down the last couple lines on the tattoo.

Not that Ivy had disappeared into a black hole on the West Coast.

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