Page 16 of Sin for You

He crossed his arms like he was trying to put distance between us.

Like he was afraid my little excursion in his lap might have confused me or given me the wrong idea. He didn’t need to worry on that score. I knew exactly how he felt about me…or didn’t feel.

“I’m gonna close up. I want you to serve another round then head home,” he said.

I didn’t argue. The last place I wanted to be was locked in the bar with a bunch of bikers, or in Bull’s lap pretending to be owned by him.

No way.

Because you liked being there, liked the idea of being his, far too damned much.

I remembered what Dane had asked me. “I’ll leave, if you promise not to drink too much.”

He froze. “What?”

The expression on his face could only be described as shocked and kind of mortified.

“Dane just said to watch out for you, that sometimes you drink a bit too much when they come here. I was just…sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

“I don’t have a drinking problem, Quinn.”

How could I have forgotten about his mom? She did have a drinking problem. No wonder he was sensitive about it. Me and my big mouth. “No, I know that—”

“Just serve the drinks and go home, yeah?”

I nodded, inwardly wincing.

Bull turned away from me and strode back into the bar.

Chapter Four

Quinn

I pulled up outside Rocktown Ink and shut off my car.

Would he be there?

He’d agreed to do my tattoo, but did that still apply after what I said to him? I’d offended him and brought up a painful memory.

Only one way to find out.

Taking the picture I needed out of my glove compartment and holding it carefully in my hand, I opened the door and climbed out.

The lights were on inside the shop, music playing at lower than the usual ear-splitting level Dane liked it. I looked up to see the lights were on upstairs as well. Dane had recently moved into the apartment above the shop after Cal had moved in with Cassy. Until then, he’d been living with Bull.

Was Bull lonely living all by himself now?

You’re stalling.

Yep, I totally was.

I hated the idea that I’d hurt him by bringing up such a painful and personal subject.

Gripping the handle, I tried the door. Locked. Maybe he was giving me a hint. More than a hint. A locked door wasn’t exactly subtle. God, had he really changed his mind?

No, Bull always kept his word.

I knocked.