Last Call at the Local (Love, Lists & Fancy Ships, #3)

by Sarah Grunder Ruiz

When she lifts her gaze to mine, the first thing I think is, I’ve fucked up, because it’s at that exact moment I realize I’m going to be undone by this girl.

I resume tattooing her and don’t undo the thoughts when they come. I let them hang out in my head like it’s totally normal to worry you’ll tattoo the word slut on the woman you’re in love with.

“No more surprises, ciaróg. I’d like to finish this tattoo and take you home so you can get started throwing your socks all over the place.”

She smiles at me. And that mouth . . . I have no idea what she’ll say next. But I can’t wait to find out.

“Nonsense. I’m Irish. I’m lucky. If you tell me, it’ll be more likely to come true.”