Enzo (Jinx Tattoos 1)
“And how do you know so much about it?” Enzo snapped.
Noah grew quiet. “I had a fiancée once upon a time.”
Enzo sat up straight, intrigued. “What happened?”
“She died in a car crash.”
“Damn, I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”
“Most don’t. Never got back on the horse after that ’cause no one I met ever came close to comparing. I think we all get one shot at real happiness and mine came and went early. You have to fix this before anything goes through with Aoife. I think you’re batshit crazy for taking on this responsibility. But it’s not for me to tell you how to live your life.”
“You think it’s plausible?” Enzo asked.
“Yeah, ain’t no secret you’re a man whore,” Noah said.
“Was.”
“See, she’s working miracles already,” Noah teased.
Enzo released a sigh of relief. Knowing he had his mentor in his corner made all this a little easier. “What should I do?”
“How do you think she’d want you to ask her to marry you?”
“Shit, I don’t know. She’s quirky, but traditional.”
“Well, I suggest you start thinking fast. Time is ticking down. If you don’t get to her before she makes up her mind, you might be screwed.”
“You’re right, she’s stubborn as hell.”
Aoife whimpered.
He peered at her scrunched up face. “You need a diaper change, little girl?” he asked.
Noah laughed. “You got your hands full now, don’t you?”
“Yeah, but in the best possible way.” He scooped her up and moved to the crib with his brain working overtime. “So first thing I need is a list.”
“All right,” Noah said, removing his phone from the front pocket of his plaid jacket.
“I nee
d a ring, a place, and a theme.”
“Okay, so what does she like?” Noah asked.
“Horror movies, Sci-fi movies, art, Ireland.”
Noah laughed. “Good luck with this one. Aibhlinn is an amazing woman, but her interests are all over the place, man, and very specific.”
“That’s what Etsy is for.”
“Wait—what?” Noah said.
“This site where people make all kinds of shit. They do a lot of graphic work and you can buy it and just print it out.”
“Do I even want to know why you know this place exists?” Noah asked.
“Man, I’m an artist. It’s a great medium for us to sell our work on.”