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    “Josh, I love it. It’s absolutely perfect!” Brea says, bouncing up and down like a little kid at Christmas and throwing her arms around Josh in a hug.
    “Good, I’m glad. Let’s get this wrapped up and get your shirt back on.” Josh finishes cleaning Brea’s tattoo, and gives her the whole run down on after care and healing. He then slaps the chair twice, “Let’s go, Lex. Your turn. I know you love staring at my hot body and all, but I got shit to do,” Josh says with a wink, lifting his backwards ball cap long enough to run his hand through his slicked back hair.
    I’d be lying if I said I didn’t still find this man attractive. Good God. But the crush I had in high school is long gone. Taking off my shirt, I straddle the chair backwards so Josh can apply the stencil. I’m glad I remembered to wear my black lace bra today. I’m sitting in a public place with my shirt off. It would be totally embarrassing if I were caught wearing one of my boring, white t-shirt bras and some hot guy walked in. Plus, I’m sure Josh would totally make fun of me.
    After checking out the stencil in the mirror and giving Josh the go ahead, I slip back onto the chair. Laying my face against the back of the chair, I close my eyes and focus on the sounds of Metallica blasting through the studio speakers. My thoughts drift to Coen. Why in the hell would such a gorgeous man want anything at all to do with me? And the more confusing question, why would he want to buy me lunch?

 
     
     
    THE COMBINATION OF being so comfortable in this tattoo chair and the sound of the machine buzzing almost has me falling asleep. I probably could, if I trusted that Josh wouldn’t tattoo a little something extra silly while I was out. The door bells rattle and clank against the glass. I hear the footsteps of big heavy boots making their way closer. It sounds like they stop over next to the cash register, and I hear the tags on Havoc’s collar knocking together. And then, I hear a voice that sends shivers up my spine.
    “Hey there, Havoc. Too comfy on your bed here to come say hello to your buddy Coen?”
    Coen. He’s here. How the? What the fuck is he doing here?
    My eyes spring open, and I’m on high alert.
    “Hey, Josh,” he says. I hear his footsteps getting closer. I’m lying here with a half finished tattoo. It’s not like I can take off running right now.
    Well, I could, I guess. But who wants an incomplete tattoo?
    “Hey, Coen. What’s new, man? What are you getting today?” Josh asks him.
    “Mike’s just going to do a few touch ups. Nothing major.” Coen says . Oh, good. He already had this in his plans then. He isn’t some psycho stalker that followed me here. I hope.
    Suddenly, I feel his finger graze my arm ever so lightly. It sends shivers up my spine, and sets my insides on fire. Why does this man, who I’ve only just met, make me so damn crazy?
    “Hi, Lexi,” I hear him say behind me. His voice vibrates straight to my core. “We meet again so soon. What are the odds?” Someone else catches his attention, and he stops. “Oh, hey Mike, there you are.” He booms in that raspy, sexy voice of his. I hear his footsteps leaving my side as he goes over to Mike’s booth.
    Josh pauses tattooing briefly, squinting at me, and says, “You two know each other?”
    “Uh, sort of. Not really,” I say with a shrug. “We were at the Stoplight before we came here. He offered to pay for my lunch.”
    “Because you’re hot stuff, girl.” Brea exclaims.
    “Shush it over there, you. I am not. You’re delusional, and Coen must be, too.”
    “Lex, Coen’s not really a guy you take home to your parents. Mostly because he won’t let there be an actual relationship. He doesn’t really do the girlfriend thing.”
    “Oh my God, Josh, you can’t be serious right now. I just met the guy.” I say in a loud whisper. “Nothing is going on and it never will, either. I need a break from dating for a while.”
    “Never say