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myself in the designs I decorated on untouched skin.
    Not so this time. Curtis, Kyle, and Brett showing up out of the blue bent my brain all out of shape. I didn’t care so much about me. It was Sin I worried about.
    At about quitting time, I finally broke down and dialed Sadie, Kinkaid’s woman and Sin’s close friend. Two minutes later I had Sin’s digits.
    I lit a smoke as I propped my back against the closed door of Inksanity. The parking lot next door for the Tattooed Moose bar had already filled, the night not even started yet. They made a killing on local brews and big servings of unusual fried foods. It helped that the casts of lots of lowcountry filmed movies and TV series frequented the place.
    Everyone wanted a piece of the fame game.
    Not me.
    I just wanted a break from my past.
    I called Sin, inhaling another lug of smoke from my cig.
    “Sinclair here.” Her voice wrapped around me like soft silk.
    “Hey. It’s Cole. Coletrane.”
    “You can just say Cole. I haven’t forgotten you already,” she said, a rustle of fabric in the background.
    “What are you doing?”
    “Dressing.”
    And way to add more fuel to the fire I’m trying to put out.
    “In what?” I flicked my smoke to the ground and stomped on it, far more interested in what Sin had going on.
    “A dress. I have to give a speech tonight.”
    “Don’t suppose you want to tell me what the dress looks like?”
    “Cole. Did you call me for a reason or is this about phone sex?”
    “I don’t fuck over the phone. I prefer to do it in person with a wet pussy on my big cock.”
    “ Cole, you can’t say—”
    “I can. And I will. But that’s not why I got your number off Sadie.” I planted the sole of my boot against the brick wall. “Those guys today at the shop. You ever see them again, you call me immediately. I’m not fucking kidding.”
    “Do I need to be worried?” she asked, over the sound of a zipper being pulled.
    UGH.
    Focus.
    “Sin. Are you dressed yet?”
    “Just plumping my breasts,” she answered, oh-so- not -helpfully.
    “I don’t think they need more plumping,” I gritted out.
    “All done,” her sweet voice came across.
    Jesus. So am I. My cock is pounding in my jeans.
    “You’ll tell me if you see them again? The skanks from today?”
    “Cole. Are you in trouble?”
    “No. I’m not. Not anymore. Just please, be careful for me, precious.”
    “I’m on my way to the car now. Absolutely no threats so far.” I heard a hot moist sound come from her.
    “What the hell was that?”
    “Just reapplying my lipstick.”
    “Is it red?” My hand coasted down to my ever-hard cock.
    “You know it.”
    “One more thing, Sin.” I headed around the corner and grinded my punished fist against the brick wall. “Stay away from me.”
    “Is that really what you want?”
    “No,” I hashed out. “Not what I want at all. I want you. Not at the price it would cost you.”
    “I’m fully loaded. No price is too high.” The sound of the V-8 engine rumbled in the background.
    I rolled my eyes. “Ha. Ha. Very funny.”
    “Well, I try. Sometimes.”
    Jesus, I wanted to find a reason to keep her on the line, keep her talking to me, but I needed to cut her completely loose.
    “Hey, Sin?” My hand clamped around the phone.
    “Yeah?”
    I wanted to tell her good luck with her speech. Wanted to make a date with her. I hated that I couldn’t do that.
    Hated myself when I said, “I meant it, Sin. Stay away from me. Stay away from the MC.”
    I ended the call before she could respond.
    ****
    Over the next few days I toyed with deleting Sin’s number from my phone. Couldn’t bring myself to do it. I managed not to stalk her on Instagram, Facebook, G+.
    I was a grown man. Not a creeper.
    My ex-friends didn’t show their faces again. Good thing, too. I did not like the threat against Sin. Next time I’d pound all their faces into bloody pulps.
    Trixxie didn’t mention the incident again. Zeb never heard about it, and