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conversation with one before you stick your tongue down his throat.”
    “Like you would know.”
    Na’arah met her sister’s frosty glare. “Miles is intelligent. Why not give him a chance?”
    “Ha!” she scoffed. “The man is bossy as hell.”
    She sipped her coffee.
    “And he shows up on my job whenever he damn well pleases. Not all of my customers feel comfortable when they see a gun and uniform harassing their tattoo artist.”
    “Um hmm.”
    “And he insists on making sure I don’t have any weapons. I’ve resorted to walking around with a rattail comb and a bottle of cayenne pepper.”
    Na’arah smothered a giggle.
    “Miles is the most infuriating man I’ve ever met. Just because I nicked him with a blade, he’s all bent out of shape. He should grow a pair and quit bitchin’ about a little scratch.”
    Now she did laugh. “Zee. Do you hear yourself? You sound like you’re half in love with him.”
    Her sister narrowed her eyes. “What a despicable thing to say and I thought we were sisters.”
    “We will be sisters forever, my dear.” She studied the younger woman a moment. Since she walked in the shop, not once had Zee really looked her in the eye. “Seriously, is everything okay?”
    Zee bobbed her head up and down sending the hoop earrings chiming against one another. “Yeah. Do you think you could help with some of the renovations at Hack House? We need volunteers to paint and stuff.”
    “Sure, whatever you need.”
    Zee leaned forward and wrapped her arms around Na’arah in a quick hug. “Good. I gotta run. I have a lunch date.”
    “Lock the door on your way out,” she called after her. Her sister waved in response, the chime of the door heralding her exit.
    Na’arah sat back drumming her fingers on the desk. A date for lunch didn’t sound like a bad idea. She reached for the phone as a knock reverberated through the shop. The chair creaked and popped when she pushed away from the desk.
    As she neared the entryway to the main floor, she caught a glimpse of broad shoulders and a bald head. She grinned while warm pleasure stole through her veins. She was going to call him and see if he was free. Seeing him in person was even better.
    She twisted the lock and opened the door. “Hey you.”
    Street cradled her face and touched his lips to hers. She rested her palms against his chest and welcomed the zips and tingles coursing through her veins.
    “Hey yourself,” he said when he broke the kiss. He swept the pad of his thumb against the delicate skin beneath her eye. “Did I keep you up too late?”
    She grasped his wrist. “I suppose you did have a hand in my lack of sleep.”
    “How about a late lunch?” He searched her face. “And I could make it up to you?”
    “I’d like that.”
    “Is two good for you?”
    She rose on tiptoe and swept her lips to his. “Perfect. That gives me time to finish up here, then go home and change.” She smoothed a hand down the front of her smock.
    “Wear jeans. We’ll take a ride on my bike.”
    “Sounds like fun.”
    ****
    Sunlight glared off the hood of a late model sedan. Street adjusted his sunglasses and parked his motorcycle in front of the spa. A picnic basket was already secured to the back of his bike, all he needed now was his pretty lady to fill the backseat.
    He was a little early to pick her up, but he didn’t mind waiting. Although there were other things he could do while he waited for her. Last night had been truly incredible and something he could get used to. He removed his helmet and straightened the bandana beneath, then continued across the sidewalk to the entrance of the spa.
    Pale blue gauzy curtains fluttered in the large display window. He could just make out the register and counter through the glare of the sun. He twisted the knob on the door and stepped across the threshold.
    Not much had changed, other than the curtains and the magazines. He pushed his sunglasses on the top of his head. No, she’d added a few