My gaze shifts to the mirror. "That really is fucking perfect."
Chloe's eyes light up. "You sure?"
"Positive. You aced this." I turn toward her. Let my fingers brush her shoulder. "Bring me Lando tomorrow."
She nods.
"And work up something else."
"What else?"
I rack my brain for something that's just challenging enough. "An abstract design. For my forearm. Something geometric."
"Where?" She traces my bare forearm with her index finger, from my wrist to the crook of my elbow. "All that. Or less?"
"All that."
"I think I need a ruler."
I arch a brow.
"You're obsessed." She traces the length of my arm again. Carefully. Like she's committing it to memory. "You have a problem."
The door rings. Bouncy footsteps move into the room.
Walker.
"Hey." He greets Ryan then moves into my suite. "We're doing karaoke tonight." He stops dead in his tracks when he sees us. "Oh." It's written all over his face. You're already fucking her.
I nod yeah. "You're late to the party."
He nods to Ryan. Does he know?
"Chloe broke on the cross." I run my fingers through her hair.
She folds her arms. "That's not why he figured it out." Her cheeks flush. "Hey, Walker. You're early, aren't you?"
"My noon asked to come in early." He looks at us like he's assessing our potential. "You really like Dean?"
"Tragic, isn't it?" she teases.
"Yeah." He nods. "But the heart wants what it wants."
Chapter Thirty-One
Dean
Leighton jumps from her spot on the couch. She bounces to Chloe and throws her arms around her. "It's nice to see you again."
Chloe's eyes fill with surprise for a second. She blinks and it's repla
ced by friendly affection. "You too." She pulls back with a smile. "How is indie design treating you?"
"Good. Tiring." Leighton brushes a purple strand behind her ear. "Let's not talk about work." She looks back to Ryan, who's sitting on the bench next to Walker and Iris. "Let's not talk at all. Yeah?"
"Right here?" Ryan raises a brow.
"Yeah." She hikes her tight black dress, daring him. Fuck, she hikes it far.