“I didn’t know you were back,” he says before greeting Savannah with a blushing smile and wave.

“I told you I was coming back today,” I answer with too much frost in my tone.

“I know. I was just hoping you’d take it easy.”

“Well, I have a business to run. I can’t take it easy.” If Logan was in the mood to argue, he was in for a treat because I could use a good fight.

“I should get back to the house,” Savannah cut in softly.

“Okay,” I answer without looking at her. Her gaze is practically stabbing me from across the room. She’s waiting for something—a goodbye, a look, a kiss. Without even a glance in her direction, I call, “Keep the cellophane on and use that ointment I gave you.”

“Sure,” she answers. “Bye, Logan.” Then, without another word toward me, she’s out the door.

It’s quiet as I work, but I feel him watching me.

“You know…” he says carefully.

“Don’t start.” I walk back to my office after cleaning my station.

“I pushed Sierra away too,” he says, following me. “I hate to think of what my life would be like if she listened.”

Before he can say another word, I close the door in his face. I don’t need someone telling me how to live my life. I’m doing just fine fucking it up on my own.

Chapter 14

I’ll never understand this man. Affectionate and possessive one minute—closed off and cold the next. I saw the look in his eye when we stared into the mirror. What he saw scared him. To be honest, what I saw scared me too.

I saw a couple, two people so comfortable together and happy. Potential for more.

A future.

I cannot get comfortable with Murph. I can’t. The sex is good. What am I saying? The sex is great. The companionship is better, but at the end of the day, I have to be ready to make that sale and get out of town. It’s only a matter of time before Hugo finds me, especially with the commotion this tattoo shop sale is going to create.

The thought alone, selling his tattoo shop, makes me sick. How could I just sit in there, let him tattoo me for free and plan on completely blindsiding him? How can I look at this beautiful art on my leg without wanting to tear my own heart out for the rest of my life?