“Yes, yes,” she says to Tanya. “I’m sorry but it’s a force of habit. He’s too nice, so I’ve always been his spokesperson. Tell them you want the tattoo, Lo.”
That does it. I can’t hold in my laughter any longer and my chuckle steals Lo’s focus away from the ladies. He turns his warm, glittering gaze on me, his eyes widening as he watches me intently, taking me in from top to toe. His cheeks pinken, setting off his freckles even more.
Oh-ho. Interesting.
“Please excuse my cousin,” he says, letting his gaze rest on me for a while longer before he looks away and addresses Tanya. “She appointed herself my protector a long time ago, and it’s hard for her to stop. But to answer your question, yes, I’d like a tattoo.” His voice is low and rumbly and cuts through the sounds in the shop, making it easy for me to hear what he’s saying. But as they start discussing details, I force myself to stop listening, and instead, speed through the rest of the clean-up.