But something catches my eye, right there along his upper thigh. “A tattoo?” I smile. “You’re certainly packing surprises, aren’t you?” But then I realize what I’m looking at. An umbrella. Watercolor splatters in the ink, bright flowers raining from its canopy. “Meyer—” “It’s the tattoo you gave Hazel the first time we met. That little temporary one? I only had a picture of it on my phone, so I don’t know if it’s exact or not. I got it in … Vegas. I got it for you.” He swipes his thumb across my bottom lip. “Fee, I was so fucking lonely before you found us.”
