Page 122 of Dirty Like Zane
I couldn’t even speak. I was stunned andspeechless.
I glanced back down at the ring tattoo. My name on his finger,forever.
“Don’t worry, I’m gonna cover it with a ring,” he told me. “I’ll just throw one of my regular rings over it. You know, I wear a lot of them. No one’s gonna think anything of it if I wear a skull ring or whatever on that finger. No one has to see itexcept—”
“I want one,” Iblurted.
The words came out fast and certain, surprising us both. His eyes widened, and I knew I was staring at him like a crazy person, but I meantit.
I turned to the tattoo artist before he could say anything. “Can I have one? Just like his. A tiny little script ring—it shouldn’t take long,right?”
The guy eyed me up and down. “You sure,sweetheart?”
“Yes.” I scowled a little. “I’msure. I want it on my finger. Right now.Please.”
“I just meant it’s gonna hurt,” he informed me. “Tattoos on the fingers…painful.”
“Yeah, well. If he can do it, I can do it.” I dropped my purse and plopped my ass down in the chair. “Hell, if my dad can do it, I can do it.” I shot Zane a look, and while he raised his eyebrows at that, he wasn’t gonna argue. My dad had a ton of tattoos, and no way was he braver thanme.
The tattoo artist just shrugged and started prepping to do my tattoo. At which point it really sank into me that thiswasgonna hurt, and I sank my fingernails into the leather arms of thechair.
Zane dropped onto the rolling stool and rolled over next tome.
“You sure about this, Maggie…? It’s forever,right?”
“We already went over that,” I said, giving him a quick glance. I tried not to focus on the tattoo gun, but I really wanted to watch what the guy was doing. “I want Zane on the outside,” I informed him. “And Adrian on the inside. And I’m going to spell it out so you can write it down first. I’ve seen photos on the internet of people with misspelled tattoos, and I’m telling you right now, I’m gonna throw a shit fit if his name is spelled wrong. Just thought I should tell you that upfront, to befair.”
“Fair enough,” the dude said, with an amused glance at Zane. Then he turned to get a pen andpaper.
I looked at Zane. He looked back at me. He didn’t say anything, but he definitely looked worried that maybe I’d lost my mind and would hate him for thistomorrow.
It was impulsive, yes, but so what? I’d done impulsive shitbefore.
Like marrying him inVegas.
Because let’s just be honest. There was a part of me—a big, huge part—that just kept wanting me to attach myself to Zane Traynor in every way Icould.
You know… the part of me that just wanted to love him and forget about everythingelse.
“I’ll cover it,” I told him, “with the wedding band you gave me at thechapel.”
“And when people notice you’re wearing a weddingring?”
“I’ll tell them to mind their own damnbusiness.”
He continued to stare at me as I spelled out his name for the tattoo artist.Zane Adrian. “I want something really fancy for the Z,” I told him, thinking on the fly. “Like, can you embellish it abit?”
“Sure,” he said. “I can do it the same style as his and add some little curls on the ends of the Z, but still keep it the same height as the other letters. Soundgood?”
“Uh, can I see what the Z looks like in that font? Like, can you show me an example? So we can make it perfect…? I want it to beperfect.”
“Sure, sweetheart.” He reached for his notebook again, with another glance at Zane that seemed to say,And you married this chick,because…?
“You’re amazing, you know that?” Zane said, just staring atme.
“Yeah, well.” I nodded at the tattoo guy. “Opinions on that mayvary.”
Zane smiled,slowly.
