now on the floor in the bathroom where Tiny was showering.
“So wait until he’s done with his shower,” Stephanie suggested, then held up the package in her hand. “You can give me my tattoo while we wait.”
Mirabeau returned to the bed and sat down. “So which one do you want?”
“The heart,” Stephanie said, handing her the tattoos.
Mirabeau took them from her, frowning when she saw the jagged line across it where some of the tattoo had been scratched away.
“I altered it a little,” Stephanie said quietly. “It seemed more suitable.”
Mirabeau stared at the heart, realizing that once applied it would look broken, just as the girl’s heart was at the moment, and as her own had been since she was seventeen. She just hoped Dani’s presence and the fact that her family hadn’t died might help Stephanie heal faster than she had…or hadn’t, as the case may be, she acknowledged unhappily.
Chapter Eight
Tiny shut off the water and stepped out of the shower with a pleased sigh. It was extremely nice to feel clean again. While he hadn’t taken a tumble in the sewer as Mirabeau had, his clothes and even his skin had carried the stink of those tunnels by the time they’d gotten out of them. It had been a relief to strip off the clothes and even more of a relief to be able to wash away whatever stench had clung to him. He was looking forward to pulling on clean clothes, even if they were tourist wear. Clean tourist wear beat a smelly Armani suit any day, though he’d enjoyed the designer suit before his stint in the sewers and regretted the loss of the expensive item.
The thought of those clean clothes on his mind, Tiny quickly toweled off, wrapped the wet towel around his waist, and headed out of the bathroom. He stepped into the bedroom on a cloud of steam, but stopped abruptly when he spotted Mirabeau pacing its length. She whirled midpace at his arrival, relief covering her face.
“Oh, thank goodness,” she muttered, hurrying forward and pushing past him to get inside the room he’d just exited.
Eyebrows rising, Tiny turned to watch her snatch up her discarded gown and lacy underthings to rifle through them quickly.
“What is it?” he asked, when she cursed and dropped the destroyed clothes with disgust.
Sighing, she glanced over, and admitted, “I was going to go get some blood from the SUV for Stephanie. The keys were tucked into my bra when we started out through the sewers, but they aren’t here.” She scowled unhappily. “They must have fallen out when I took that tumble in the sewers.”
“Hmm,” Tiny murmured, his eyes sliding over her in the new clothes. The black joggers had NYC down the side seams, they were a bit large and riding low on her hips, while the black tank with NYC across the breasts was hugging her curves lovingly. I did good , Tiny decided. She looked sexier in the outfit than he’d thought possible…and the keys had been lucky to be nestled between her breasts for even a few minutes.
A disgusted cluck from Mirabeau made him force his eyes away from her body to her face as she sighed unhappily, and said, “I guess I’ll have to call Lucian and tell him. He’ll have to send out someone with keys or send a new SUV altogether.” She gave an exasperated huff. “God, he’s going to be so pissed. It completely defeats our having snuck out of the church the way we did and sloshing through the sewers. Leonius or one of his men could follow whoever delivers the keys and—”
“We don’t have to call Lucian,” Tiny said quietly, and Mirabeau turned startled eyes his way.
“We don’t?” she asked hopefully.
He shook his head. “I can get us into the SUV and get it started without keys.”
“You can?”
She was peering at him now as if he were a god. It made him smile wryly. While he liked that she was looking at him like that, it would have been nice if it were for a different reason than that he could help her avoid calling Lucian, he thought, then
“So wait until he’s done with his shower,” Stephanie suggested, then held up the package in her hand. “You can give me my tattoo while we wait.”
Mirabeau returned to the bed and sat down. “So which one do you want?”
“The heart,” Stephanie said, handing her the tattoos.
Mirabeau took them from her, frowning when she saw the jagged line across it where some of the tattoo had been scratched away.
“I altered it a little,” Stephanie said quietly. “It seemed more suitable.”
Mirabeau stared at the heart, realizing that once applied it would look broken, just as the girl’s heart was at the moment, and as her own had been since she was seventeen. She just hoped Dani’s presence and the fact that her family hadn’t died might help Stephanie heal faster than she had…or hadn’t, as the case may be, she acknowledged unhappily.
Chapter Eight
Tiny shut off the water and stepped out of the shower with a pleased sigh. It was extremely nice to feel clean again. While he hadn’t taken a tumble in the sewer as Mirabeau had, his clothes and even his skin had carried the stink of those tunnels by the time they’d gotten out of them. It had been a relief to strip off the clothes and even more of a relief to be able to wash away whatever stench had clung to him. He was looking forward to pulling on clean clothes, even if they were tourist wear. Clean tourist wear beat a smelly Armani suit any day, though he’d enjoyed the designer suit before his stint in the sewers and regretted the loss of the expensive item.
The thought of those clean clothes on his mind, Tiny quickly toweled off, wrapped the wet towel around his waist, and headed out of the bathroom. He stepped into the bedroom on a cloud of steam, but stopped abruptly when he spotted Mirabeau pacing its length. She whirled midpace at his arrival, relief covering her face.
“Oh, thank goodness,” she muttered, hurrying forward and pushing past him to get inside the room he’d just exited.
Eyebrows rising, Tiny turned to watch her snatch up her discarded gown and lacy underthings to rifle through them quickly.
“What is it?” he asked, when she cursed and dropped the destroyed clothes with disgust.
Sighing, she glanced over, and admitted, “I was going to go get some blood from the SUV for Stephanie. The keys were tucked into my bra when we started out through the sewers, but they aren’t here.” She scowled unhappily. “They must have fallen out when I took that tumble in the sewers.”
“Hmm,” Tiny murmured, his eyes sliding over her in the new clothes. The black joggers had NYC down the side seams, they were a bit large and riding low on her hips, while the black tank with NYC across the breasts was hugging her curves lovingly. I did good , Tiny decided. She looked sexier in the outfit than he’d thought possible…and the keys had been lucky to be nestled between her breasts for even a few minutes.
A disgusted cluck from Mirabeau made him force his eyes away from her body to her face as she sighed unhappily, and said, “I guess I’ll have to call Lucian and tell him. He’ll have to send out someone with keys or send a new SUV altogether.” She gave an exasperated huff. “God, he’s going to be so pissed. It completely defeats our having snuck out of the church the way we did and sloshing through the sewers. Leonius or one of his men could follow whoever delivers the keys and—”
“We don’t have to call Lucian,” Tiny said quietly, and Mirabeau turned startled eyes his way.
“We don’t?” she asked hopefully.
He shook his head. “I can get us into the SUV and get it started without keys.”
“You can?”
She was peering at him now as if he were a god. It made him smile wryly. While he liked that she was looking at him like that, it would have been nice if it were for a different reason than that he could help her avoid calling Lucian, he thought, then
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