They crossed the Willamette River, leaving the bright city center skyline behind.
"You're welcome to visit my studio sometime." Beth pulled a business card from her purse and tucked it into his lapel pocket. "I'll give you a tour."
"Where is it?"
"The address is on the card. Third floor, suite 301."
"I meant your tattoo."
Beth smiled at him. "Which one?"
"How many do you have?" he asked.
As though surprised there could be more than one, but didn't want it to show. She'd encountered that reaction before, as well. Again, she laughed. "I think I'll let you worry about that for awhile."
He would, too, damn it. Although he had to admit that looking for them held a certain undeniable appeal.
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