“Technically you got two things. The cut and the tattoo of your name on me.” I arched an eyebrow daring him to argue. “Besides, the cut will rub against my bandage. Guess you didn’t think about that, did you?”
“My woman’s got a smart mouth.”
“You like it.”
“I’d like it better wrapped around my—”
“Do you have a Blue Angels T-shirt?” I interrupted. “With the logo and everything?”
“Yeah, I got one.” He pushed away from the doorway and went to his dresser. He pulled open the bottom drawer and dug out a red T-shirt with the logo. It had Blue Angels written across the back. It was perfect for what I needed.
“And a pair of scissors?”
“Nightstand drawer. What are you going to do?” he asked.
“I’m going to surprise you,” I said with a grin.
He didn’t smile back. Instead, his gaze felt heavy with intensity.
The doorbell rang.
“Joni,” he said.
I nodded. “Will you get that? And tell her to come up. I need her help getting ready.”
“You’re bossy.” He marched toward me and kissed me, slow and deep. “Let’s just see how bossy you’re going to be tonight when you get home and I strip everything off you except those boots.”
“Promises, promises,” I muttered.
We were engaged in a breathless kiss when the doorbell rang again.
“Really should get that,” he said, pulling away.
The door clicked shut and then I grabbed the T-shirt and scissors. Joni walked in when I was standing in front of the mirror, holding the top in front of me.
“What did you do?” she asked. “That’s so cool!”
“The art of T-shirt cutting,” I told her. The back and sides were sliced and it would reveal skin.
“You are going to have to show me how to do that,” she said.
“I will.” I looked her up in down, taking in her leather dress that crisscrossed down her back with the front looking like a corset. Her rich brown locks had been curled and sprayed, her makeup dramatic and heavy. She wore red vixen pumps to complete the outfit.
“You look amazing,” I said.
She brushed aside my compliment with a wave of her hand and then pointed to the boots. “Oh my God. Those are gorgeous.”
“I know,” I said with a laugh. “I was going to wear them with a pair of skinny black jeans and this shirt I just doctored. I won’t be under dressed next to you, will I?”
She shook her head. “We’ll just make sure the makeup and the hair go along with it.”
“I don’t have any of the heavy duty stuff.”
“Shoot, I should’ve brought my arsenal of makeup and hair products over.”
“That’s okay.”
“I can have Colt send one of the prospects to the drugstore.”