Hating You, Loving You (Inked Hearts 4)

"The best."

Leighton hands Chloe a receipt.

Chloe leans forward to offer it to Randy. Her tits spill over her tight tank top. The top of her bra peeks out.

All black.

Like the night we were together.

Like every fucking day of high school.

She catches me staring. Shoots me that trademarked Chloe I want to kill you look.

Randy hands over his credit card.

She forces a smile as she swipes it. Hands back the receipt. Motions to the tip line.

Leighton jumps in. "It really is amazing." She bats her eyelashes. Presses her arms into her tits for maximum cleavage. She has the flirting for tips thing down, pat.

Chloe…

She's more confused.

Even so, Randy leaves thirty percent.

I get his aftercare kit, walk him out, say goodbye with a high five.

Pull the goddamn shades down.

"Thank you," Leighton calls from the counter. She leans in to whisper something to Chloe.

Chloe whispers back.

Leighton's blue-green eyes fix on mine. She shoots me a watch yourself look then turns to Chloe. "Do you do yoga?"

Her eyes stay on mine. "No…"

"You should start. Tattooing kills your back. Ryan is like an old man." She twirls a purple strand around her pointer finger. It's her signature gesture. She thinks about Ryan, she plays with her hair.

"I heard that, baby," he calls from his suite.

She blows him a kiss.

He holds up his free hand to catch it.

She giggles.

They're so gaga it hurts. But I'm happy for them. Hell, I never thought I'd see my brother in love again.

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sp; It took forever for them to figure it out. They were idiots. Needed a lot of help. Help they fought.

But they're here.

Finally.

"Giving her flirting tips, Leigh?" I ask.