That thing was traumatizing, and I liked food too much to risk it. A week later, he had a knot the size of a golf ball in his mouth, and ended up unable to eat solid food for months. When I was seventeen, my best friend at the time snuck off and got his tongue pierced behind his parents’ backs. “Get your tongue pierced,” Blake threw out. The two guys, and possibly even the customer, laughed. Or tough.” Just yesterday, I screamed when a flying roach made its way into the parlor. While there was nothing wrong with it-there was nothing special or messed up with my nose-I couldn’t see myself with one. I shook my head, imagining myself with a nose piercing. How the hell he still clearly heard our conversation from all the way over at his station with Mastodon playing was beyond me.

“But where?” I looked down at my hands like there would be some magical map leading me to the best spot on my body to get violated with by a needle. My facial expression must have given away my thoughts because the redhead started nodding. Not necessarily best friends, but I wasn't afraid of getting poked and prodded. What was the worst that could happen? I'd take it out if I hated it? Plus I couldn’t say I hadn’t gotten a little envious when I’d seen someone walk out feeling like a million bucks after spending time in the torture chamber.

It wasn’t permanent, and after seeing how many women and men came in to get various parts of their body pierced, it couldn’t have been that bad. “No, but Slim’s trying to talk me into getting a piercing.”Ī piercing. “Iris, you getting a tattoo?” Blake called out from his spot at his station, hunched over a customer's bare back. 'But I don’t want to get one unless I’m sure I like what I’m getting.” I'd thought about getting a tattoo nearly every day but I still hadn't talked myself into it. Including when I found myself back at Pins, with Slim asking me how long I’d been working with him. Duration: about 16 hours (16:06:33) Publishing date: Unabridged Copyright Year: 2014.It was good. And the last thing they ever expected was each other. He's rude and impatient, and he doesn't know how to tell time. Except Dex Locke might just be the biggest jerk she's ever met. even if the business is owned by a member of the same motorcycle club her estranged father used to belong to. After moving to Austin following six months of unemployment back home, Iris Taylor knows she should be glad to have landed a job so quickly. I'd gotten over epic heartbreak before one more wouldn't kill me. Worst case scenario: if things turned awkward between us, I could go somewhere else. But he was everything that gripped me, both the good and the bad. Summary He was my boss, my brother's friend, a Widow, an ex-felon, and a man I'd seen casually with a handful of women.

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