Frustration-2

  “How did you know my name?” I ask, my brows raise quizzically.

  “I’m the one who inked your back. You might not remember me because you were wasted, and you collared me to ink you,” he explains. “I’m Kyland, by the way.” He extends his hand.

  I grip it for a handshake. “Thanks! You did a great job,” I say sincerely.

  He smiles, nodding. “Lucky girl,” he says after placing a cold beer bottle for me.

  “Lucky girl?” I ask.

  “Trinity?”

  My mouth gapes. Someone’s tap my shoulder before I can answer Kyland.

  I glance over my shoulder. “Xandry!” I stand up from my stool, giving Xandry a brotherly hug with a clap on his shoulder. Xandry is uncle Phoenix and Aunt Sam’s son. He’s a few months older than me and works at his dad’s business.

  “You came alone?” he asks, sitting on the empty stool beside me. He leans his left elbow on the bar counter while his blue eyes scan the crowded full of women. He’s a legs spreader, that’s how his twin Saphoera named him.