64

Weeks later, I glanced at my watch, late on a Friday afternoon. Life had returned to normal. The office was busy, Dee moved in, and all was great.

I shifted in my chair, ran a hand over my chest, and winced. I’d had a tattoo done over my heart and it was still tender. My first—and my last. I’d gotten the idea one night, and I’d talked to Aiden about it. Once I was ready, he took me to his guy and I got inked. It was something I never planned to do—but then again, I’d never planned to fall in love either. Dee was the force behind both deviations.

Dee had wept when I showed it to her.

My Dee it read in cursive ink set into an infinity symbol. It was private, personal, and only a few people would ever see it. The same few people who ever saw the real me.

Dee’s appreciation had been rather demonstrative once the tattoo began to heal. She liked to use her tongue and trace the ink. I liked it as well.

Bentley walked in, tugging on his sleeves. I grinned at the tight expression on his face.