Chapter 55

Gavin’s breath is hot and ticklish along Brody’s collar bone. “Why do you say that?”

“Some people aren’t big fans of guys with a lot of tattoos.” Then, as if he has to remind Gavin, he adds, “I have a lotof tattoos.”

“Oh, please.” Gavin kisses Brody’s ear, then traces the curve of Brody’s jaw with his nose. “Marian won’t care about that. She even has a tattoo herself.”

Despite the darkness, Brody turns toward Gavin and frowns. “You’re serious?”

“It’s a little cat curled up on her hip,” Gavin explains. One hand dips beneath the covers to touch Brody high up on his leg, then the fingers curl in towards his crotch. “Right about here. Above the panty line, but only just. Before Evie was born, she was a bit of a party animal, and that was one of her pick-up lines.”

“‘I have a cat tattoo?’” Brody asks, dubious.

Gavin laughs. “No. She’d pop open the button on her jeans and inch down her zipper and say, ‘Want to see my pussy?’”