Whiskey Sharp: Jagged. Lauren Dane

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      “Where?”

      “I’ll leave that up to you. I have another small tattoo on my calf already. But. I want it big and bold.”

      Irena said a long stream of something in Russian at that. Evie was an adult and if she wanted to get a head-to-toe tattoo it was her business. But that was between her and her parents, and as a child’s girlfriend, Rachel had no place in the discussion.

      Finally they stopped sniping and Irena rolled her eyes, sitting ramrod straight. She’d said her piece and it was over.

      Evie looked back to Rachel with an expectant smile.

      “Call the shop and tell them to set you up with the appointment. I’ll work up a few sketches so you can look them over first.”

      Evie clapped her hands, clearly excited, and it was impossible not to get caught up in it.

      Vic’s sister wanted a tattoo from her. She mentioned other ink on her calf so she already had a tattoo artist she knew of. But the design she wanted meant something to her, which meant something to Rachel.

      It also made it easier for Rachel to create an image meant for Evie and Evie alone. There would be other firebirds, but only one like what she’d put on Evie.

      Every piece Rachel did was unique. Little details that no one else would have. It was just a little thing she did. And now she’d do one for Vic’s sister.

      Stuffed and feeling rather warm and loose, Rachel sat back and rubbed her stomach. “That was so good. Thank you for inviting us to dinner.”

      “A full house makes her happy,” Vic said.

      “It does until a quiet house makes me happy,” Irena replied and Rachel could totally relate.

      “Let me clean up,” Rachel said, standing and beginning to gather plates.

      Irena made a dismissive sound. “You can help.”

      Maybe joined them in the kitchen as they put away the food and then began the process of tackling the dishes. Vic came in to ferry whatever food that hadn’t fit in the fridge to the one in the garage.

      It didn’t take very long and, in the meantime, the cards had come out, along with a chessboard, and Evie’s best friend—and Alexsei’s ex-fiancée—had shown up.

      Maybe rolled her eyes, but only when no one could see her face except Rachel. Rada and Maybe had achieved a truce and were fine being civil with one another but Rachel knew her sister still thought the other woman was an asshole.

      Vic grabbed her by the waist to waylay her, drawing her close. “It makes my mother happy to teach you things,” he murmured in her ear.

      “It makes me happy to learn things and eat what she cooks.” She tried to get a little space, knowing they were being watched. “Really, I like your family.”

      “That’s good. Since they’re part of the package.”

      It was a pretty spectacular package, all teasing aside.

      “Come play cards,” his father called out from the dining room.

      “Aren’t you tired?” she asked Vic quietly.

      “In a good way. If you want to go home, no one will be offended. But I’d like it if you stayed. They would too.”

      A warm wave flowed over her. She knew the look on her face was goofy but it couldn’t be helped. She was happy.

      “I’m a night owl. You’re the one who gets up at four every day.”

      She’d be worth a tired day. “Not tomorrow though. I get to sleep in.” He wasn’t going to beg, but certainly a cajole would be fine.

      Especially when it made her features soften and get a little more tender. He was a sucker for her soft side. Wanted to coax it out. And when she was kind to his family, laughing and playing with them, it was like nothing he’d ever experienced.

      “All right. But don’t expect me to take it easy on you tomorrow on our hike.”

      “I’d never expect anything less. Now go lose some money to my father and I’ll get you some tea and me some vodka.”

       CHAPTER SIX

      HE KEPT AN eye on her—and her ass—as she climbed the trail ahead of him. Her hair pulled into two short little pigtails, sleek gear clinging to her figure. A strong, fit figure.

      Out here she tended to move with measured confidence. He found it sexy that she knew what she was doing. Her strength and skill made it possible to enjoy the hike the way he did when he was out with his buddies in his hiking crew.

      She didn’t need taking care of. Didn’t want it certainly. Out here she was in her element as much as he was. Another sexy thing.

      It was cold but mostly clear, though he got the feeling she’d have been okay in the rain too. And when they got to the top of the trail where they’d be turning to head back, she pulled out a thermos. “Want some coffee?”

      He sat on a log and patted the space next to him. “I do. I propose to trade cookies in exchange.”

      “You’re handy to have around, Orlov.”

      He pulled the cookies out while she poured them both a cup of coffee.

      “Did you make these?” She indicated the cookie she nibbled on.

      “Fresh yesterday morning. I set some by for this hike. I know your secret.”

      She turned, a question on her face.

      “You have a sweet tooth. Just know I’ll happily seduce you with whatever tools I have in my arsenal.”

      Laughing, she stole another cookie from the bag on his lap.

      “Have you loved baking since forever? I imagine growing up in the family business it’s easier that way. Were they bakers back in Russia?”

      “My mother was a nursery school teacher. My dad worked in a factory. They came here in the early ’80s and they started the bakery on little more than a hope and a prayer and a Russian community here in Seattle hungry for a taste of home. We grew up in the bakery, but I didn’t always want to run the business.”

      Life sometimes just happened to you. She’d know that better than most.

      “So, what happened, if you don’t mind saying?” she asked.

      “At one time I had planned to be a cop.”

      One of her brows went up. “And yet you make the best bread I’ve ever eaten in my life. You have a lot of talents, Vic.”

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