Written in Ink Excerpt 10

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(c) 2015 Carrie Ann Ryan

Autumn normally wouldn’t hit a man. She wasn’t prone to violence, but Griffin might end up the exception to the rule. The damn man frustrated her to no end, and it didn’t help that he looked freaking hot all growly and stubborn. Add in a sheen of sweat and that broody glare, and she’d had to take deep breaths to keep under control.

Apparently, she was attracted to assholes.

Good to know.

It didn’t help that she had to work for the damn man. First day on the job and she was already storming out, angry beyond measure, and genuinely upset that she’d caved at his demand for her to leave. She knew he hadn’t wanted a true personal assistant working with him, but she hadn’t known he’d be so resistant to the idea of help in any sort of way. He desperately needed it—if only to help him clear away the clutter in his mind. But he didn’t want that. He wanted to do everything himself.

Yet he wasn’t doing that, was he?

Freaking man.

With a sigh, she pushed open the doors to Montgomery Ink and let her shoulders relax—somewhat. Ink and friends would help. They always did.

Laughter, the buzzing of needles, and the deep growl of Austin’s voice filled her ears, and she let out another sigh—this one happier. She could totally be at home in a tattoo shop. If only she knew how to tattoo. She could draw, but not like the immense talent of those in front of her.

“Autumn!” Callie, one the artists, came up to her, arms outstretched. Autumn leaned into them, inhaling Callie’s sweet, floral scent. The woman bounced around like she had all the energy in the world, and looked kick ass while doing it. It helped that she was one of the younger people in the Montgomery world. It also helped that Callie was married to one damn fine man, who did his best to care for her every need.

No, that wasn’t jealousy. Not even a little. Okay, maybe a little.