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Because instead of thinking about shipment routes, I caught myself thinking about JJ again standing in that tent with black ink smudged across her gloves while she tried not to laugh at my dumbass comments.
Thinking about the way her face had softened for half a second before she remembered herself and pulled the walls back up. Thinking about the way she watched Havoc before speaking, like every sentence had to survive inspection first.
“Jesus Christ,” I muttered under my breath.
I straightened slowly and headed back toward the van before I did something genuinely stupid.
Like driving past her shop again.
Didn’t stop me, apparently.
Thirty minutes later after switching from the van back to may bike, I found myself parked two blocks from the tattoo shop anyway, sitting astride
