Page 42 of Not Your Romeo
“Jo doesn’t have any tattoos. She hates the club.”
“Oh,” Ro seemed to glow hearing this, “How–? What do they mean though?”
“Huh?”
She held up the raven most avoided just because of the line work. “What’s with the crow?”
“Raven,” Moxie corrected, “Messengers of the gods if you ask some. I always thought it would look cool if the bottom kind of streamed down into smoke. A little razzle-dazzle.”
“That does sound cool.” Ro grinned.
My phone buzzed and I fumbled with it while they discussed placement.
You up there?
I shot Sauce a simple thumbs up emoji.
“Great, let me draw one up for you.” Moxie hopped to her desk.
Ro came and sat on my lap in the foyer. I hated leather furniture, but I couldn’t fault them for it, I figured the cleanup was probably easier with it being a public place. Moxie returned to us in no time, holding out a pretty impressive raven with wings that faded just as she promised. Above the creature was my name in fancy script, with a bold printed ‘Property of’ artistically placed over the top.
“Where the fuck are you going to put that?” I glanced at my lap.
Ro flashed a dimpled smile and spread her hand over her throat.
I didn’t know what to say for a minute. That was dedication. The type of shit you did in forever situations.
Marriage is forever, dumbass, I inwardly told myself.
“You– you may not have time for all that today,” I pointed out.
“She can outline, and I can come back if needed,” Ro suggested.
“For sure,” Moxie agreed.
I yawned and followed them back. Moxie was good, she’d been tattooing for years, so she was pretty quick for such detail. Ro surprised me, I figured she’d change her mind about the throat piece, but she sat for it like a champ.
We had fifteen minutes to get her to campus, once Moxie had it all bandaged, and I’d paid for it.
Thankfully, traffic was favorable. I pulled up along the edge of the visitor’s lot, as close as I could get her to the building she needed for her class.
“Thanks for a perfect morning,” Ro kissed my cheek, as she prepared to hop out.
“Almost perfect,” I grinned, recalling the start.
“Meh, it takes more than Jolene to ruin my day.” Ro laughed, “See you in a few hours then?”
“You got it.” I nodded.
Chapter Nineteen
What That D For
Roisin
I slung the bag over my arm and started at a brisk pace, toward the building with the double doors. The sidewalk took the longest route possible, arcing wide around some shrubbery that I could have easily cut behind. Instead, I walked along the tall mess, my mind wandering, my attention everywhere but on my surroundings, until fingers laced around my arm and locked.
I yelped as Saint jerked me back toward him and glared down at me.
