Delicate

Contents

1. Sierra

Logan

2. Logan

Sierra

3. Logan

Sierra

Logan

4. Sierra

Logan

5. Sierra

Logan

6. Sierra

Logan

7. Sierra

8. Logan

Sierra

9. Logan

Sierra

10. Sierra

Logan

11. Sierra

Logan

12. Sierra

Logan

13. Sierra

Logan

14. Sierra

Logan

15. Sierra

Logan

16. Sierra

Logan

17. Sierra

18. Sierra

Logan

19. Sierra

Logan

20. Sierra

Logan

21. Sierra

Logan

22. Sierra

Logan

23. Sierra

Logan

Epilogue

Logan

Sierra

Letter to the Reader

Bonus Epilogue

Defiant

Dangerous

Also by Sara Cate

About the Author

Copyright © 2020 by Sara Cate

All rights reserved.

No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

Cover design: TRC Designs

Cover photo: Lindee Robinson

Editing: Rumi Khan

Created with Vellum

1

Sierra

The buzzing sound is relentless. It’s like knives drilling into my head. How anyone could work here all day, I don’t know. It seems impossible.

“So you think I should do the dolphin or the dragonfly?” Natalie says next to me, flipping through her phone. She has a Pinterest board pulled up with hundreds of girly tattoo images on the screen.

“I don’t know,” I answer. “Which one has more meaning to you?”

“Eh. I don’t really care about meaning. I just want something pretty back there, you know?” She winks as she points to her left shoulder blade.

I laugh, although it’s a little forced. She’s the kind of girl with a perfect body—round hips, thin hourglass waist, and big, full breasts that make the most boring T-shirt look smoking hot. I’m a little jealous.

“Natalie,” a man’s voice calls in a flat tone from the front desk. I recognize the big, burly man with the salt and pepper beard, dashing green eyes, and broad, hard shoulders.

Natalie jumps up from her seat to greet him—with her boobs, of course. He doesn’t even notice. I have no doubt that Natalie is not above sleeping with him just because he’s a decade or more older.

“Logan is gonna be right out to do your ink. Did you decide on anything?”

“Oh, you’re not doing it?” she asks, leaning over the glass. I roll my eyes at her display. Natalie and I have known each other for years, but we only hang out when our parents come up to Wickett Beach on holidays—or Wicked Beach, as it’s been unofficially renamed. I like Natalie, but she and I are two totally different people. She flaunts everything all the time and doesn’t even care that guys only want her for one thing.

Which is fine. But it just seems to take all of the fun out of it for me. It might sound cliché, but when I find the right guy, I want it to be special—not just a quick romp for fun.