Free Heart of a Tattooist: Dark Romance MC Club Alpha Bad Boy Obsession (Tattooist Series Book 3) by Lexy Timms Page B

hooked.
    Unfortunately, she was obviously determined to toss him back.
    Okay.
    So now what?
    The whole thing was utterly confounding.
    He wanted her more than he had ever wanted a woman in his life, and she clearly did not want him.
    She was still afraid of the repercussions from that crew and he couldn’t say he blamed her, not given her past. And that small glimpse she had given him into her past had opened his mind to a whole host of things she probably never even considered.
    Mitch was a smart man, smart enough to realize he might not make it in the industry no matter how much he had wanted it, so he had gotten a degree along the way and worked as a psychologist while waiting for his big break to come around.
    Knowing now that she had some serious and clearly well-founded abandonment issues should have made him breathe a little easier. That was something he could work through with her.
    What he couldn’t do was make her want him.
    He was going to have to find out, fast, if she wanted him and was just scared, or if she was really just disinterested. He wanted to believe it was the former, she came a hell of a long way to see him after all, but she was nigh unto impossible to read most of the time.
    Maybe he would be doing them both a favor by putting her back on the plane and sending her back to Key West as fast as possible. If he did that at least he could staunch the worst of the bleeding and get on with getting over her.
    She turned over. The moonlight came through the windows, striping her body with light and shadow, and he studied her face. She was beautiful, yes, but it wasn’t just beauty that drew him to her.
    The colorful tattoos on her arms drew his eyes. She had none anywhere else. His eyes traced the tattoos and he began to see a pattern of broken hearts and fearlessness. That was her, in a nutshell. There was no way to understand her; she was just too complicated. How could he make her see that he wanted something with her, and that what he wanted sprang from a real and serious emotion?
    She was afraid. He’d guessed that the minute he’d discovered the past relationship between her and Cliff.
    She was terrified of relationships, which was stupid as far as he was concerned because he had zero intention of hurting her. He might anyway, though, if he didn’t let her go.
    She might simply walk away without a backwards glance if he didn’t do something to get her stay.
    It was a conundrum, and for the first time in his entire adult life he had absolutely no idea how to handle a woman he wanted to date.
    It pissed him off. He took stock, trying to rehearse words he could say to her to get her to hear him, really hear him.
    The last thing he wanted was for her to head back to Key West. He wanted her in Nashville, and near him, but he didn’t want to scare her away.
    A sudden idea struck and a grin played across his mouth.
    It was worth a try anyway.
     

CHAPTER 9
     
    Cara stared at Mitch, sure she had either lost her mind or that he had lost his. “I’m sorry, but could you say that again?”
    He grinned. “I have a friend who’s doing a video later this afternoon. It’s all honky-tonk bars and rock and roll. He put out a casting call for women with tattoos. Sadly, only a few answered and none of them were just what he was looking for.” He pointed to her sexy arms. “He needs someone with some star quality, which you definitely have. You need some publicity so you can get back to work. Now wait before you answer. I called up a few folks and it seems that all the guys who would give a shit about Junior are in jail, and staying there for a very long time.” His words were coming out rushed, like if he didn’t say them fast enough she might stop listening. “It turns out Junior wasn’t anyone’s nephew either; he was just some lowlife that hung out around the club a lot. Didn’t even have a bike. Big Jerry lets everyone call him ‘Uncle’; he didn’t have any personal ties to