My cock cools it.

I manage to sit next to Kaylee. "I'm not agreeing until I have more information."

Her chest spills over her dress as she leans closer. The top of her bra peeks out from the neckline. It's beige. Nearly the color of her skin.

I force myself to stare into her eyes. "That's your invitation to offer more."

"Would you rather own the shop outright or share that with Dean, Walker, and Ryan?"

"Don't worry about it, Kay."

"I'm not worried."

I've been thinking about that too. I'm a control freak. There's no denying that. But there's another part of me. One that wants teammates. That wants to let people in.

That wants someone to lean on.

"You need help with something. It's not my finances," I say.

She shakes her head. "I have this idea. We could take thirty minutes, try to find the best collection of stuff to decorate Inked Hearts properly."

"And your room?"

"That after."

"You gonna tell me?"

"If you agree to help."

I shake my head.

"Then let's go." She pushes herself to her feet. Offers her hand to shake. "Thirty minutes. We'll meet downstairs. See who gets the best stuff."

Fuck, the brightness in her eyes.

There's no way I can deny that.

This is a good idea.

Something fun.

To fill both our heads.

I nod. "You're on."

We shake. Set our timers. Go for it.

I give her a head start.

All right, I watch the way her dress falls over her ass as she walks away.

Same difference.

* * *

Thirty minutes later, I'm downstairs with a cart full of cheap decorations. White Christmas lights. Simple black frames. Rectangular black pillows. Planters full of cacti.

Eighteen-year-old Brendon would fucking kill me.

Tags: Crystal Kaswell Inked Hearts Romance
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