Rule looked up and we stared at each other for a long moment before he put his head down and went back to what he was doing. Mark grunted. “That’s a pretty special girl you got there, kid. You better be doing right by her.”
He muttered something I didn’t hear and I turned my attention to the project I still had a bunch of work left to do on. I typed away and the machine buzzed for a solid two hours. We didn’t really talk much—me because I was working and subtly watching Rule; Mark, because as time went on it was clear he was hurting; and Rule, because when he worked he was focused solely on what he was doing and it was extraordinary to watch. He was actually putting a little bit of himself into what he was leaving on Mark and he wouldn’t settle for less than a perfect end product. I think watching him work, watching him diligently change this man’s body forever, made me fall just a little bit harder for him.
Mark had to take a couple breaks, and each time he got up, Rule made his way over to me. The first time he dropped a kiss on the top of my head. The second time he pulled me into a full-body make-out session that had me readjusting my shirt when Mark came back inside from smoking a cigarette. All in all it was a pretty nice way to spend an evening and I got plenty of work done. Four hours later Rule was wiping smears of black ink off Mark’s angry red skin, and the image he had on his chest was a beautifully etched tattoo that was an honorable tribute to his fallen son. I told him again how beautiful I thought it was and that I would love to see it when it was all done, and he gave me a hug like a real dad would and told me to take care of myself. He also paid Rule, which made me balk. I had no idea how much getting tattooed cost and then he left him a gigantic tip on top of it.
Rule told me to pack up and then went about cleaning up his station and shutting the shop down for the night. It took us another hour to finally leave, and by then I was yawning and getting sleepy. My car was close enough that I decided to just leave it and not try for a spot closer to their apartment, and Rule promised to get up early in the morning and take me to it if I wanted. The walk was fast because it was cold; it helped that he pulled me close the entire way.
When we got back to his place, we said hi to Nash. I thought maybe Rule wanted to sit for a second and chat but he dropped my stuff on the coffee table, grabbed a couple beers out of the fridge, and hauled me into his room.
We didn’t talk, didn’t seem to need to. By now I was getting the hang of how the whole sex thing, or rather the whole sex-with-Rule thing, worked. He was very tactile, very hands-on, and I benefited from all of it. After rolling around not once but twice I was quite happily sprawled across his naked chest randomly tracing the scales of the snake on the arm next to my face. He was propped up on a pillow, drinking one of the beers and messing around on his phone while drawing some kind of pattern on my back with his finger. I was sated and almost asleep when his voice rattled through my head.
“Want to come to another show with me on Saturday? I tattoo one of the guys in Artifice and I got backstage passes.”
I let my eyes snap open and went stiff, which he was bound to feel since I was using him as a body pillow. I pushed my hair out of my face and looked up at him. His eyes were droopy and sleepy as well, but I saw that he really wanted to know what my answer was. I gulped a little and bit down on my lip like I did when I was nervous.
“I have to go to my mother’s for the weekend. I’m leaving on Saturday and won’t be back until sometime Sunday afternoon.”
Now he was the one who went stiff underneath me. “You going alone?”
“No.” My voice was barely a whisper. “I told Gabe I would drop him off at his parents’ on the way.”
“You told the guy who has been stalking you and harassing you that you would give him a ride?” The incredulous tone made me nervous.
“Yes, I did.”
“Why?”
“Because it was easier than dealing with the guilt trip and endless amounts of disappointment my mom would throw at me if I didn’t. You don’t understand.”
“Oh, I understand perfectly. Your mom says jump and you do it right into that nut job’s arms. I can’t believe this, Shaw. I barely get to see you as it is. I go freaking insane half the time because I wake up in the middle of the night to reach for you and you aren’t there, and now you’re off planning a weekend getaway with your psycho ex-boyfriend. Unbelievable.”
I rolled off him and pulled the sheet up around myself, feeling exposed and vulnerable, neither having to do with the fact I was naked. “It isn’t like that and you know it. I don’t want to go, don’t want to spend time with Gabe, but letting my mother have her way is easier than trying to defy her.”
“How would you know? Have you ever even tried to defy her?”
I sucked a cold breath in through my teeth. “She’s my mom, Rule.”
“Whatever. We can talk about it tomorrow.” He rolled onto his side away from me and I knew Rule well enough to know that there would be no talking about it tomorrow.
In fact, as he dropped me off at my car the next morning there was zero talking, zero kissing, zero eye contact, zero anything from him to indicate that a conversation could fix what I had somehow done.
I texted him after work the next day that I was sorry and I wanted to see him, but he didn’t respond. I called him on Tuesday to see if he wanted to get lunch and talk about things and was sent right to voice mail. By Wednesday I was practically frantic and ready to show up at the shop or at his apartment and demand that he talk to me, but Rome was back in town and commandeered me for dinner. He let it slip that he was crashing at Rule’s for a few days because his other buddy had family in town for the week. My heart nearly devoured itself when I realized Rule hadn’t even bothered to let me know Rome was in town. I very well could have shown up and made a complete ass out of myself in front of his brother and he didn’t even care.
I spent Thursday and Friday sobbing onto Ayden’s mostly unsympathetic shoulder and tried to get through my shifts at work. I was a mess on Saturday morning when I stopped at the bakery to get Gabe and all I wanted to do was run his smug, smiling face over with my BMW.
He tried to lean in to kiss me on the cheek and I pulled away so violently I smacked my head on the driver’s-side window.
“Don’t.” I could almost see the icicles hanging on my voice but I didn’t care. I missed Rule, was mad that I was having to pick between him and yet another family, and pissed that he couldn’t see why I had to do what I did. All week long I had been plagued with visions of his room turning back into a revolving door of sexual conquests and it made me hyperventilate. I could see why he was angry at me, but I hated that he was just shutting me out.
“Come on, Shaw, can’t you at least try to make this weekend pleasant? Our parents would be thrilled if we could just work things out between us.”
I turned the radio on and let Georgia rock from the Drive-By Truckers fill in the void where my conversation should go. I slapped Gabe’s hand away when he reached for the volume control. “Don’t even think about it.”
“Come on, Shaw, we need to talk.”
“No.”
“Stop being so stubborn.”
“Gabe, I’m involved with someone else. There is nothing we need to talk about. The only reason I’m going this weekend is to get my mom off my back.”
“That tattooed punk? You can’t think you have anything serious with him, Shaw. Seriously what are you thinking? You’re going to come home after a seventy-two-hour shift at a hospital and he’s just going to be sitting around waiting for you like some kind of house husband? You really think that’s an accurate description of how your future looks with someone like that? More like you start your residency and as soon as he sees how much you’re gone and how much time he has to spend alone he