“But I’ll be the only one with a tattoo. I’m the only one old enough.”“That’s not true. Emily is old enough. Nanette. Sophie doesn’t dar... get a tattoo because it would end her dancing career. The thing is, I think it’s a personal decision. I don’t think we can decree that everyone in the pod is going to have a tattoo,” I said.“It was my idea. I’ll look like a chicken-shit if I don’t have it done,” she said.“I think I need to talk to my sister about it when we go out to San Diego over spring. I have to be luckiest guy around just because I’m here with you. Not many guys had food delivered to them tonight by a Norse Goddess,” he replied.“Speaking of food, I better put the lasagna and bread in the oven if we plan to eat soon. You can tell me some more of how good I look while it heats up.”Jake followed her into the kitchen and watched her efficiently work. Jake had enjoyed watching her cook in her own kitchen, but tonight, she was in his kitchen cooking just for him. That fact made. Gabby climbed off me, collected the linens and dashed off to the bathroom once again. I checked my equipment and found globs of sticky, grey goop needed to be cleaned up. I stood and followed Gabby into the bathroom.“Oh, shit!” she screamed when I touched her shoulder. “You startled me. You’re supposed to wait for me in there,” she said, inclining her head toward the bedroom.I pushed out my lower lip. “I missed you!”“We’re in real trouble, then, aren’t we?” she laughed. She handed over a. I glanced in the mirror as we entered the room, and, if I do say so myself, we made a good looking couple. Apparently other people thought so too, because I could almost feel the eyes of the wait staff and our fellow diners as we were led to our table.“For the next two hours we talked and laughed like we were old friends. He told me all about himself. He owned a large cattle ranch in eastern Texas, near the town of Nacogdoches. One day while drilling a well on the far side of his grazing land,.