“I have one spot left.” I turn my arm so she can see the area on the inside of my bicep. “What’s going there?” “I don’t know yet. I’m waiting for inspiration.” She grins, then yawns again. “You should get some sleep,” I say reluctantly. “Me too. Brian will be by early.” She smirks. “How’s that going?” “Good,” I admit. “Now that he’s not hitting on you.” “I can’t believe you fired him.” “I didn’t like the way he looked at you.” “How’d he look at me?” “Like he wanted what was mine.” “Yours, huh?”
