Chapter 57

“Technically, it’s here.” Beau gestured at the spot. He grimaced; the bruises on his ribs were mostly gone, but a few vivid red scars still stood out against his pale skin and he wasn’t sure he was ready for people to see them. And then he noticed that Paul—an enormous bear of a man with copious chest hair—was encouraging the already too-intoxicated Vin into removing other pieces of clothing. Which might not have been so bad if there weren’t a pair of Sharpies in Paul’s pocket.

“Oh, fuck it.” Beau stripped off his shirt. “Excuse me while I go fence off my property.”

By the time Beau made it across the room, Vin was already sporting a crudely drawn Sharpie vagina on his back, several swear words, and Paul was just getting ready to start in on Vin’s face when Beau snagged the marker.

“Hey, I have to kiss that mouth, you know,” he said. One-handed, he threw the marker at the trash can. “Nothin’ but net.”