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  Breathe Me In

  by

  Cherrie Lynn

  Copyright 2013 Cherrie Lynn

  Cover Art by Hot Damn Designs

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  This book is a work of fiction. The characters, events, and places portrayed in this book are products of the author’s imagination and are either fictitious or are used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

  Books by Cherrie Lynn

  Contemporary

  Unleashed

  Rock Me

  Leave Me Breathless

  Light Me Up

  Paranormal

  Sweet Disgrace

  Far From Heaven

  Dedication:

  To all those who wondered what happened in the back of the GTO...

  Chapter One

  Seth “Ghost” Warren scrubbed a hand over the top of his head, rubbing futilely at the remnants of his headache and thinking for the millionth time about how badly he didn’t want to be at work right now. He’d really tied one on last night; the repercussions were still pounding at the insides of his skull—a stark reminder of why he didn’t do that shit too often anymore. But sometimes good friends, good music and good times won out over good sense. Such had been the case last night in Dallas after the rock festival, but it had been worth it to blow off some steam...or so he tried to tell himself.

  Thankfully, it was a smooth ride at Dermamania so far—more hanging out than actual work, and anything too big or intricate he might’ve tossed another artist’s way, anyhow. Unless one of his regulars came through the door begging, he’d declared himself strictly backup.

  He yawned and checked his cell phone, puzzling over the text messages he kept getting from some unfamiliar number with a Dallas area code. Obviously a girl, though he didn’t recall any errant hookups. For that matter, he didn’t even recall giving out his number. And while civility wasn’t always one of his strong suits under the best of circumstances, it just seemed rude to text back Who the fuck is this? to someone he might’ve had a drunkenly meaningful conversation with.

  Growing bored with trying to put the pieces of last night’s debauchery together, he yawned again and glanced around, noticing that no one was talking much. Ordinarily the place was alive with banter, laughter, or at the very least, loud music. It was practically serene now. The funky vibe couldn’t be his imagination. Brian, his best friend/long-suffering boss, had been uncharacteristically impervious to Ghost’s incessant ribbing about his new girlfriend, who was currently holed up in Brian’s office studying. Or hiding out from her parents. Or something. In all the years he’d known Brian—almost fourteen now—he’d never really seen the dude so tense over a chick. Especially when, by all appearances and the fact that the two lovebirds had pulled a disappearing act all last night, Brian had gotten laid.

  Then again, Starla had said in a moment of confidence earlier that Brian’s new lady love might be of the hymen-bearing variety. So maybe last night hadn’t gone so well, after all.

  The only client in the tattoo parlor headed out the door. Starla took that moment to walk out back for a smoke, and Brian had stared at the same empty spot on the counter for two whole minutes. So Ghost pounced on his chance. “Dude, what’s your problem?”

  Brian’s head jerked up and his expression smoothed out to something resembling his usual carefree countenance, but Ghost cocked a wary eyebrow. No way, man. I know you better than that.

  “Nothing,” Brian said.

  “Bullshit.” Ghost crossed his arms. Now that he thought about it, Brian and the new girl—Candace, wasn’t it?—had both seemed kind of on edge when they’d walked in earlier tonight. “Out with it.”

  Brian waved a hand. “Just some shit with her family. To say that they look at me like a bug to squash would be an understatement.”

  “Do you really need that in your life?”

  “Do I need it? No.”

  “I’m just saying.”

  “What?” Brian glanced back in the direction of his office and lowered his voice. “Give up on her because she’s related to assholes?”

  “You’re hardly in the game at this point, you know.”

  “Oh, I’m in the game.”

  Shit, he’d done the deed. “Still, there’s time to bail.”

  “I’m not bailing. She…” Brian raked a hand through his hair. “Fuck. Do you remember Jameson Andrews from school?”

  “I never forget a douche. Didn’t I kick his ass once?”

  Brian’s eyebrows drew together. “Did you?”

  “It rings a bell.”

  “Well, if you did, that makes two of us. He’s Candace’s older brother. I just damn near coldcocked him on her front steps. In front of her mother.”

  Ghost smoothed a hand over his goatee. “Not the most brilliant way to make a good impression.”

  “Neither is calling my girlfriend a whore right in front of my fucking face, which he did. His own little sister.” Brian gave a grunt of frustration and pushed away from the counter. “I don’t want to talk about it. I’m gonna get her and go home. You guys can lock up and go, if you want. It’s dead tonight.”

  “I think Starla has an appointment later. I’ll hang around with her.”

  “Cool.”

  As Brian trudged down the hallway to leave, Starla came back in, her boots scuffing against the floor. “I’m really bored,” she announced, hopping up on the stool at the counter in front of the computer. “And my ears are still ringing from last night. Brian taking off?”

  “Yeah. Said we could too if we want.”

  “Can’t. Got Jason coming in at six-thirty.” She twisted her pink-and-blonde hair up in a sloppy bun.

  “I thought so. I told B I’d stick around with you.”

  Starla shrugged, propping her chin in her hand in front of the monitor and looking as if she was settling in for a while. “Doesn’t matter.”

  No question about it, his female coworkers could hold their own, but there were a lot of creeps out there too. He didn’t like the idea of leaving her here to work it by herself. Of course, she often joked she had more to worry about from Ghost himself, but it was all in fun. “I don’t have anything else to do.”

  “In that case, you know what I’m thinking? One of us should make a sushi run.”

  There wasn’t much doubt in his mind that one of us meant him, given the fact that she didn’t look like she was moving for the next hour or so. And that was cool; he’d been going a little stir crazy. He dug through the drawer at his station for his car keys and gave them a twirl as he headed for the door. “Shrimp tempura?”

  “God bless you. I’ll pay you back.”

  “Whatever.” Scoffing, he stepped out into the mild spring evening just in time to see Brian’s truck pull out of the parking lot. Poor guy. Brian had been there for Ghost when the girl-related bullshit had gotten thick a few years back, and now Brian probably didn’t deserve for his best bud’s only advice to be “bail out while you can.” But that was the only way to avoid the inevitable crap—stay out of it from the start. Fact.

  His ’69 GTO was the only girl he’d ever let himself need again. If she let him down, he’d just fix her and carry on. Such could never be said for the human variety of female.

  The thought was a comfort. No more heavy drama. Just good times with girls who weren’t looking for an attachment. He could do that. What he couldn’t do was put up with any angst, not from the Brookes of this world, or the Rainas.

  Talk about two extremes. He hadn’t
been able to make Brooke stay, and he couldn’t make Raina go. The mystery chick from last night hadn’t been the only one blowing up his phone all night—his most recent ex had been rearing her dreadlocked head lately too. Thank God Raina hadn’t stopped by the parlor. She wasn’t above accosting him at work, and she was dangerously close to having her ringtone changed to Slipknot’s “People=Shit”—his usual method of warning when someone he didn’t want to talk to called his phone.

  As his GTO rumbled into the parking lot at the sushi bar, he was content with his life decisions. As he nudged the car into a parking space and saw who else was headed into the establishment, he wanted to throw them all right out the damned window.

  Candace’s friend...Macy. She had come into Dermamania with Candace a couple weeks back and made it extremely difficult for him to concentrate on work. She was fucking beautiful. Beautiful in that she’ll-never-look-twice-at-a-thug-like-me way, except that she had. Oh, yeah, he’d caught her looking...more than twice. Half jokingly he’d pestered Candace for Macy’s phone number on the way to Dallas yesterday, but as he’d imagined, Candace was locked down tight on that information. Oh well. Couldn’t blame a guy for trying.

  Now, he sat and helplessly watched Macy walk across the parking lot in front of him. Her long dark hair fell in big loose curls, and now that she was wearing shorts he could see that her legs were lean, tanned, and toned in a way that surprised him. Not just a prim-and-proper princess type like her friend, then. Oh, Jesus, all he could think about right then was getting those legs clamped hard around his hips...

  Shaking his head to snap himself out of it, he left the safety of his car...even if every instinct he had screamed at him to jump back in and speed off. Circle the block. Get the food later. If he went in there after her, he was going to make an ass of himself in one way or another.

  But he didn’t listen to that little voice that incessantly tried to keep him out of deep shit—he never did. Number one, because he was an idiot. Number two, because he was a glutton for punishment. And girls like her...damn, they got him revved. The ones who had a deer-in-headlights look when they were around him were always far more interesting to him than the ones he should be messing around with...the ones like Raina who were pretty much made for him. Except that he wasn’t completely fucking psycho yet, unlike her.

  He caught up to Macy just as her delicate hand began to reach for the door handle and, reaching past her, pulled it open before she could. Startled hazel eyes met his and the faintest gasp left those delectable lips.

  “Allow me,” he said, giving her a lopsided grin.

  “Oh…thanks.” Without a smile, without further comment, and most importantly without the slightest flare of interest or recognition whatsoever, she went in ahead of him. Well…whatever.

  Whatever, my ass. You’re fucking wounded, dude.

  What had he expected? Girls didn’t want guys hounding them when they made a sushi run. She also hadn’t seemed to be the most outgoing person in the world. Shrugging it off, he went to the counter and waited while she picked up the order she’d apparently called in ahead of time, her faint vanilla scent igniting his senses. Where did it come from? Her hair? The soft hollow of her neck? Or maybe on the inside of her wrist with its tracery of pale blue veins visible now as she handed her credit card over...

  He was focusing way too much on her. But a moment later, as she turned to leave, he found himself focusing on her eyes again. Because they were looking up into his with a directness that made his breath hitch.

  “The tattoo parlor. You work with Brian.” She smiled then, knocking the breath out of him…but not for long.

  “What? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  As confusion began to settle onto her features, he chuckled. “Yeah. I work with Brian. Just fuckin’ with you.”

  “Oh.” Cue awkward silence while he couldn’t seem to form a coherent thought after watching her lips make that sound. He only snapped out of it when she began to edge away. “Well…good to see you—”

  “We were talking about you yesterday.”

  That got her attention. She gave him a wary look, head tilted slightly away while her eyes stayed on his. “Who was talking about me?”

  “Me and Candace. On the way to Dallas.”

  “What were you and Candace doing going to Dallas?”

  “She left Brian. We ran away together for the night.”

  Laughing, she shook her head. “Is anything that comes out of your mouth the truth?”

  “Occasionally. See, Candace and I did discuss you on the way to Dallas yesterday. That much is truth.”

  “She didn’t tell me she was going to Dallas with you or anyone.”

  “Does she tell you everything about her life?”

  “Yes, she does.” Her chin tilted up with just the slightest bit of defiance. Oh damn, it turned him on.

  “Ah.”

  “So what were you doing?”

  “It wasn’t anything dubious. We all went to a concert. Candace came along.”

  “And this was yesterday? She was supposed to be in her cousin’s wedding yesterday.”

  “I guess it was dubious, then, because she was with us. Which means she obviously doesn’t tell you everything.”

  Macy’s brow furrowed. He wondered if he had struck a nerve. “No wonder she wouldn’t answer my calls. Oh, God. Her parents are going to kill her. I’m going to kill her.” She seemed to be talking to herself now.

  “Whoa there. She’s a big girl. She can make her own choices.”

  “Excuse me? I’ve known Candace since she was born. I know more about the choices she should make than you do, I think.”

  “Maybe an outside perspective would be beneficial to you then. Leave her alone. Let her and Brian get things worked out with her folks.”

  “You don’t just ‘get things worked out’ with Candace’s parents.”

  “Is it really any of your business, Macy? I mean, really, is it? After all, she didn’t tell you what she was doing, did she? Which implies to me that she didn’t want you to know.”

  “Trust me, I know why she didn’t want me to know,” she said bitterly.

  He stepped back a moment. This girl was…angry. Over stupid bullshit like this. Like she had stake in Candace’s life or something.

  What a fucking control freak.

  “Yeah,” he said. “I think I do too.”

  She glared up at him as he stepped past her to place his and Starla’s order, and he fully expected her to be gone by the time he was done. But when he turned around, she was still there. Now looking pitiful in the ashes of the annoyance that had gripped her just a minute ago.

  He should walk away because the absolute last thing he needed was to get mixed up with all this drama, but despite Macy’s abrasiveness there was something so vulnerable about her that he couldn’t keep quiet. And again, he never listened to that little voice.

  “Hey,” he said, “you all right?”

  She avoided his eyes. “I’m fine.”

  “Do you…” Oh, shit, what the hell was he thinking? But she looked like she’d just lost her fucking best friend, and he couldn’t stand it. Maybe she needed another one. “…I don’t know, want to finish this conversation later or something? I have to get back to work right now but—”

  She waved a hand and headed toward the door. “No, that’s all right.”

  “Macy. Wait a second.” He caught her arm. She looked down at his hand and, unable to read her expression—was she affronted? Or did she want it there?—he erred on the side of caution and jerked it away. “Don’t go all pissed off at me. I’ll feel bad.”

  “I’m not pissed at you.”

  “Well…just hang out with me later, then. We don’t even have to talk about this other crap. You just…you look like you could use some laughs, and if there’s anything I’m good for, it’s a laugh.”

  She chuckled at that.

  “See? You’re laughing already.”

&nbs
p; She just looked at him.

  “Oh, come on. You want to, I can tell. You should go with that gut instinct. It usually doesn’t steer you wrong.”

  Her eyes flashed up at him with just the slightest, most enticing twinkle of humor. “Maybe it’s my gut instinct telling me not to.”

  “Then fuck gut instinct. Meet up with me anyway.”

  “Look, I’ll think about it.”

  “Think about it?” He was probably way off base, but given her little Mona Lisa smile, he couldn’t shake the feeling that she was fucking with him right back. So he rushed on. “Tell you what. I’ll probably leave around eleven or so. If you want to hang out, just come by the parlor. If you don’t, well, I’ll never forgive you, but I’ll have my answer without putting you on the spot. Deal?”

  She gave a little toss of her head, flicking the long lazy curl that had been resting on her chest back behind her shoulder. “Okay. That’s a deal.”

  As she left, sending him one last smile before the door shut behind her, he wanted to fall down on his knees in gratitude that he never listened to that little fucking voice.

  Chapter Two

  Macy Rodgers chewed her thumbnail and stared at the time on her radio display. She sat in her Acadia in the Dermamania parking lot, the last place on God’s green earth she needed to be.

  She didn’t even know this guy’s name. Now that she had agreed to meet up with him—and she had, since she’d shown up—it was going to seem really awkward when she had to ask.

  The time was 10:43. She was early, even. But she hadn’t wanted to risk him leaving work ahead of time and thinking she’d blown him off. As indecisive as she’d pretended to be about this whole thing, she’d never had any intention of not showing. It didn’t make sense, but from the time he’d invited her, she’d wanted to. She’d wanted to really, really bad.

  Taking a shaky breath, she stared at the building until the lights shining through the windows began to blur in her vision. When they suddenly snapped off, she jumped, her heart lurching into her throat. If the lone black car in the parking lot was any indication, he was in there all by himself.