Written in Ink Excerpt 12

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(c) 2015 Carrie Ann Ryan

“It’s almost there,” he said softly. “Now, don’t forget to take care of yourself.” He looked over at Maya and Griffin. “And kick his ass if you need to,” he whispered, his beard tickling her ear.

She rolled her eyes then carefully slid her shirt over the plastic wrap he’d placed over her fresh ink. When she turned toward Maya’s station, it was to see Griffin’s eyes on her, his eyelids hooded as he raked his gaze down her. She wasn’t sure if that look was for her alone, or a mix of the pain and pleasure that came with his own ink as Maya worked on his shoulders.

“I only saw a glimpse, but it looks fucking phenomenal,” he said. He licked his lips. “See you tomorrow?” he asked, his voice hesitant.

She swallowed hard. She could do this. She could help him—then leave like she needed to. “Sounds good.” With that, she said her goodbyes and left the shop, a cool breeze of Colorado mountain air chilling her red cheeks. She’d miss the scent of fresh and clean most of all…

By the time she drove home and pulled into her driveway, she was ready for food and a long shower. She couldn’t soak in the tub thanks to her new ink, and she never liked to drink until her tattoo had healed a bit more since it thinned her blood.

When she stepped out of her car, her ever-present bag in her hand, she froze, the hair on the back of her neck rising. She swallowed hard then did her best to look casual as she searched her surroundings. Autumn might not have seen anyone, but it damn sure felt like someone was watching her.

She knew what that felt like.

Had felt it countless times before.

She quickly made her way into her home, her keys and pepper spray in her hands in case someone came at her. As soon as she closed the door, she set the deadbolt, hurried to the kitchen, grabbed the big butcher knife she knew damn well how to use, and searched the rest of her small house.

Alone.

She was safe.

At least for the moment.