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your forehead. You looked uncomfortable. You need a break?”
    Goddammit. Gorgeous, talented and sensitive too? He must do drugs, or hate puppies. There had to be something horribly wrong with him. Anything to balance out all the good stuff, because it was piling up quick.
    “Oh, I’m fine. Sorry. Was just up in my head.” She laughed nervously.
    “Okay. But promise you’ll let me know if you need a break.”
    She searched for judgment in his eyes, any sign of disapproval, but all she saw in the clear green depths was concern. She sighed and rubbed at her forehead. “I promise. It’s cool.”
    With Quinn keeping a careful rein on her thoughts, Hammer was able to continue his work. He worked quickly, smoothly, his light touch with the tattoo gun causing the least amount of discomfort Quinn had ever experienced while getting ink done. He was mesmerizing as he worked, inking a line, gently wiping the excess color away with a damp paper towel and bending back to his work. The smooth rhythmic motions lulled Quinn into an almost trancelike state. Her worries floated away, carried on the backs of the angry bees that signaled Hammer was at work.
    After about an hour, Hammer wiped over the entire outline. “Do you want to check it out?”
    Quinn locked her fingers together and stretched, arching her back. “I trust you. I just need to stretch for a second.”
    “You’d better tuck your hem up, otherwise you’ll get ink and blood on that white skirt.”
    She scooted to the end of the chair. “Thanks. I’ll do that.”
     
    He had to look away. She’d rolled the waistband of her skirt a couple times so it wouldn’t touch the fresh tattoo. The curve of her ass was barely visible when she stood and it was too damn much for Hammer. She was killing him, she really was.
    If he could get through this night without making another move on her, it’d be a fucking miracle. “Can you excuse me for a minute? I’ll be right back.”
    Her expression was just like spring sunshine. “Sure. This is great already, by the way.”
    He smiled back, knowing it was strained. “Thanks. Two minutes.”
    The door shut behind him with a soft click. As he crossed the lobby, he looked at the front of the shop. Lesli had locked the door and flipped the sign to closed. A wicked thought popped into his brain, one that had a lot to do with taking advantage of their sudden and unexpected solitude, but as he entered the tiny bathroom with the cracked mirror and yellowed light fixture, he slammed the thought back down.
    No. No fucking way . He wasn’t like his damn brother, who’d fucked his way through Baltimore and back again. Quinn was cute as hell, from her messy hair to the curve of her ass, to the sweet legs he’d spent the better part of an hour leaning over. But she’d made it clear she wasn’t here for some fun and unlike the other men in his family, he respected that. Besides, he had a career to look forward to.
    He eyed himself in the mirror. Get this done, get her out of here. No complications.
    The cool water he splashed on helped to calm him, ease his turbulent brain. Business. That was all he was interested in. Another couple days in this little shop, then the Inktastic Convention to get his name out there, and then he’d move on to the heart of the city, have his own shop. And he’d do it all on his own. His body’s wants could keep their spot in the backseat.
    With his mind made up and his lust under control, Hammer made his way back to the studio where Quinn waited for him.
    She was already in the chair and the smile she gave him when he came back hit him like an ice-cream truck.
    “I hope you don’t mind if I get right back to work.” Hammer kept his voice all business as he thoroughly washed his hands and snapped on a fresh pair of gloves.
    A perplexed look crossed Quinn’s face. “Sure, no problem.”
    Without another word, Hammer re-inked his gun and started in on the color. Vibrant reds for the center of the feathers