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a break in your schedule. Depends on where you want the shamrock, but it’ll take up to six weeks to heal.”
    Lucky couldn’t believe Dray had remembered. “I’m over the idea of the shamrock.”
    “See, that’s why getting a tattoo at sixteen isn’t a good idea.”
    “What about you? You have tattoos you wish you didn’t?” Lucky asked. He liked the lighter turn the conversation had taken.
    “I did, but I’ve had most of them inked over,” Dray answered. “You haven’t seen me in a while. You may not recognize me anymore.”
    Lucky seriously doubted that. “Why? Did you grow out your hair or something?”
    “Or something. The hair’s the same, short as I can get it without shaving my head, but I’m showing a lot less skin these days. The ink’s fairly solid from my collarbone to my ankles.”
    “Even your cock?” Lucky bit the inside of his cheek. Fuck. Why the hell did I ask that?
    Dray laughed. “Hell no. I’m not that bad. I just meant full sleeves, chest, stomach and legs.”
    Lucky tried to imagine Dray’s muscular body covered in tattoos. His cock stirred, liking the idea very much. His desire to flirt with Dray got the better of him. “I’d like to see that.”
    Dray made a choking noise.
    “Sorry,” Lucky mumbled. “I’m not very good at this.”
    “At what?”
    “Flirting.” Thank god, they were on the phone and not in the same room.
    “You don’t need to flirt to get my attention. Which’s another reason I’ve stayed away.” Dray made another noise, this one sounding more disgusted than the last. “Shit. I can’t believe I just told you that.”
    Lucky’s cock went rock hard. “Are you saying you’re attracted to me?”
    “Doesn’t matter. You’re not in the position to do anything about it.”
    Lucky nodded, even though Dray couldn’t see him. “I’ve never forgotten the advice you gave me that day before you left. I’ve shut out the side of me that wants what it can’t have.”
    “And how’s that going for you?” Dray asked, his tone lighter.
    “Bearable, I guess. Fucking’s fucking. It doesn’t matter who I’m with if I can’t have what I want.”
    “Trust me, Lucky, fucking Vince wasn’t worth what I gave up.”
    “Yeah, that’s what I keep telling myself whenever I think…” Lucky snapped his mouth shut. He’d almost confessed to thinking of Dray. “What about in KC? Have you found someone?”
    “I’ve found a lot of someones, but like you said…fucking’s fucking. No way in hell I’ll ever trust someone again, so my cock’s the only thing I’m willing to share.”
    Neither of them spoke for several moments. Lucky closed his eyes and listened to Dray breathe, imagining the two of them lying next to each other.
    “I should let you go. I just wanted to see if you got moved into your new place okay,” Dray said, ruining the moment.
    “I’m in. That’s about all I can say,” Lucky replied. “By the way, the Indianapolis fight will be shown live online if you want to watch.”
    “I do,” Dray answered immediately. “Remember to stand your ground in the cage. Own the fight from the moment you step inside.”
    “I will.” Lucky felt warm at Dray’s concern. “Night.” He hung up the phone and clutched it in his hand as he stared up at the freshly-painted ceiling. In that moment, he felt happier than he’d ever been. It didn’t make sense, and he knew it would pass, but it had been the first real conversation he’d had where he could be himself. Did Dray have any idea what it had meant to him?
    He closed his eyes and let the feeling wash over him. He’d promised himself that once his career was over, he’d allow himself to be honest with those around him, but in the last few weeks, he’d gotten the distinct impression that those closest to him already knew his secret. What the hell did he do with that? Continue to pretend?
     
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    Lucky had just finished changing into his street clothes when Jax came into the