Chapter Four
Sean’s fingers stroked at the tattoo on her back. Part of her hated it. She knew what guys thought when they saw the tramp stamp, so she played the role. She was comfortable there. Part of her wondered if he would talk to another woman the same way. The kind of woman who would never consider a tattoo, much less one on her lower back.
Forget it. Her brain was in overdrive, competing with the hormones that Sean continued to stoke. She’d decided to enjoy her weekend, and Sean could give her that. What he thought of her didn’t ultimately matter.
The music blared, switching tempos. There were a surprising number of people already drunk for a Saturday afternoon. They swayed and sang off-key to “Yesterday.” Emma was too young to have known the Beatles, but her mother had always ha
