Free DOM (Brothers In Ink Romances Series Book 1) by Linda Cooper

Chapter One
     
    I dropped down beside Luke without saying a word. One more day.
    Just one more day, and I was done here. I wouldn’t see my three best friends in a long time, but it would be worth it.
    Jacob glanced at me. “So what are you going to do?”
    I shrugged. “Get a job, get my life back … as much as I can.” It wasn’t what I wanted to do, but it was what we would all have to do. I stared down at my hands. “The first thing I’m going to do is get that tattoo,” I whispered.
    No one at our table spoke. Finally, after what felt like forever, Priest spoke, the scar on his cheek tilting up. “We’ll all see each other.” It sounded more like a question than anything else. “We’ll stay in contact.”
    Jacob, the one sitting beside him, reached out and touched his shoulder. “Of course, we will.”
    They’d been together for what felt like ages, from when they were young kids running around getting into trouble.
    Giving him a weak smile, I said, “We’ll get together one year from now. Once we’ve all got our shit sorted out. We need to … we need to live first before we do this.”
     
    One Year Later
     
    I pulled up outside the shop and switched off the car’s ignition. Grabbing my purse, I popped the door open and made my way into the store. I’d been putting this off for too long, and it was about time I got my ass in gear. A bell chimed as I stepped inside, but no one was around so I made my way over to the tires and began looking for the ones I wanted.
    “Hi, I’m Dom, how can I help you?” a voice called out before a figure emerged from around the corner.
    I spun to face him, tossing my long red hair to the side so it didn’t get in my way. My eyes widened a little as I saw him, and I couldn’t help the smile that spread over my face. “Hi.” I cleared my throat as I looked him over. Black hair, green eyes and a strong jawline. He wore dirty jeans and a black T-shirt peppered with holes. He looked kind of appealing to me. “I need new tires.”
    He shook his head, his expression apologetic. “Oh, I’m sorry, but we won’t be able to fit you in today. Our garage is totally full; I doubt we could fit an ATV in here if we wanted.”
    “That’s fine,” I said. my eyes locked with his. “I just want them put on the rims anyways if you would be able to do that for me?” There was no point in paying someone to do something I could do after all. His jaw almost fell open as he stared at me.
    Trying not to laugh, I stepped closer, my eyes roaming over his body. I noted the tattoos first; a small cut on his left knuckles was bleeding over some numbers written there. It looked like a date to me though I could be wrong.
    “We can do that,” he said at length. “Do you have them with you now? I can do them right away.”
    I grinned. “That would be perfect.”
 
    ***
 
    Frowning, I pushed myself up from the couch and headed for the door. My fingers curled around the handle as someone rang the bell again. Pulling the door open, I stared into a pair of beautiful green eyes. I hadn’t noticed the tattoos on his neck earlier, but now that I saw them, I wasn’t sure how I’d missed them. “Um, hi,” he managed.
    “Hello? How do you know where I live?” I felt my heart beat accelerate. Had he followed me all day, and I hadn’t noticed?
    “I … might have used that address you gave me when signing up for the email offers,” His face turned a touch pink.
    Raking a hand through my hair, I said, “I thought you guys signed some sort of contract saying that you don’t use them for personal gain or give them out to companies?”
    “True.” His eyes met the ground momentarily before connecting with me again, his expression a mask of guilt. “This means that you could get me fired if you want, and if you report me to my boss, I won’t say you’re wrong. I understand that by coming out here I’m taking that risk but … I just felt so bad at not being able to put your tires