Chapter 39

“He seems like a free spirit kind of guy.” I opened our paint can. “Just…always himself.”

“Or always someone else.” Abby strummed the bristles of her brush. “I like his necklace. Major has a tattoo just like it.”

“Major has a tattoo?”

“On his chest. You’ve never seen it?”

“Nope.” Though I must have, except he was pretty far away the only time I’d seen him without a shirt on lately—completely naked, in fact.

“He got it right after he left town four years ago.”

“Hmm.” Maybe I hadn’t looked above the waist.

“Hmm.”

I felt the spatter on my bare leg when I threw down my paintbrush.

Abby spun around. “Where are you going?”

I was going to see the damned tattoo, only I didn’t say so. I didn’t say anything.

Finagling around drop cloths and paint cans, scraps of wood and long, thick orange extension cords, I made my way backstage, where Major and AJ were working. They weren’t though.

“I’m tickling you again.”