Chapter 19

Tate

I try really hard to ignore Liam as we drive, not ignore him per se, just you know try not to take in his slightly muscular arms, the tattoos that run up his arms the fact that one of them says Tate. It was his first one. God knows what his first serious girlfriend will say about that. Before I can stop to think the words come out of my mouth as he drives steadily along the road, takes a left and starts pulling into Mason’s breakfast diner.

“How you going to explain that tat to your steady girlfriend?”

“Huh, what tat?” He asks as he carefully parks. His pickup truck isn’t exactly small but he’s a good driver.

“That one. The one that says Tate.” He looks down at his arm, the pickup now in park and removes the key from the ignition.

“Nothing, why?”

“Only if it were me with a guy and he had a girl’s name permanently inked on his arm, I think I’d be a little jealous.” I bite my lower lip, I know I’d be jealous if it was some other girl’s name on Liam’s arm. I’d want to cut it out wit