Morning, Alex, Brian said gruffly, making Harper laugh a little as she sat back down.
He smirked at that. I stand corrected.Daniels tattoo took up most of his back. It was a thick black tree, with the roots growing below the waist of his jeans. The trunk grew upward, over his spine, then went to the side so the branches extended out over his shoulder and down his right arm.
The branches appeared to be shaded, but they were twisted along the scars that covered his upper back and shoulder. The shadows were real, and the tattoo was meant to cover up the scars that hed gotten when a boat propeller ran him over.Not the tattoo, Penn said. The scars.He was still crouched down, adjusting the blade on the saw, and he wasnt paying that much attention to her. Then he felt her fingertips gently touching the outline of his tattoo, and he jerked his shoulder back, pushing her hand off him.
Whoa, easy there, Penn. Daniel turned back to her and held his hand out. I dont touch you, and Id appreciate it if you did me the same favor.The difference is that I wouldnt mind if you touched me. Penn smiled, and he stood up to face her. And you dont know it yet, but youd love it if you let me run my hands all over you.
She reached out, meaning to run her hand along the contours of his stomach, but he grabbed her wrist just before she could. He gripped hard enough that it would be painful for a human, but she only smiled up at him.
This is your last warning, Daniel said, his voice low and threatening. Okay?I wish I could say I missed you, too, Nathalie admitted. But I dont. I dont remember you.
I love you. I will always love you, Brian said. But I cant do this anymore.As he stood up, he bent down and kissed Nathalie on the forehead. He lingered there for a moment, breathing her in, and then he turned and walked out of the room.
Dad? Harper got up and went after him.Did I do something wrong? Nathalie asked and looked back at Gemma.