Chapter 2
Chapter Two
Sloane Gordon forced his foot off the pedal and carefully, oh-so-carefully, set the tattoo gun on his counter.
Permanently maiming the little fucker in his chair was bad for business.
Plus, he didn’t feel like going to jail for harming the shit.
Sloane already looked like someone who had spent a few years behind bars—even if he hadn’t. He didn’t need to perpetuate the image.
But the man in front of him was this close to getting his ass kicked.
Who the fuck wore their hair like that? This kid looked like he was in a boy band and should be bouncing around on stage as teenage girls screamed his name.
Sure, Brody looked to be around Hailey’s age and was a little bigger in muscle than the kids who sang about lost loves and being theirs forever, but it was the principle of the matter.
No man should hit on a woman while she was working. Especially not when said woman was Hailey Monroe.
Sloane’s Hailey.
Only she wasn’t his. Contrary to popular belief, he’d never been with Hailey—though he’d thought about it. Often. He’d never held her in his arms, never cupped her cheek and felt the softness of her skin—because damn it, it would be soft. It just looked it. Soft and warm and perfect.
Hailey Monroe wasn’t Sloane’s, and he needed to get control of himself.
The two of them had a connection from the very first time they saw each other, but he’d never claimed her. Not that she was his to claim and all, but he’d stayed back. He knew she wasn’t for him, or rather, he wasn’t for her. So he’d done the best thing possible and stayed away.
That didn’t mean he was okay with some new guy with too much product in his hair hitting on her. Of course, Sloane hadn’t missed the way Hailey had flirted right back. She’d even moved her hips just enough while walking away to let them all know she was aware of being watched.
What the hell was up with that?
In the few years they’d been circling each other yet never moving closer, he hadn’t once seen her go on a date, hadn’t seen her flirt with another man beyond a wink or two. Those winks, he knew, were just her personality. But he wanted them all.
He was a selfish bastard and he didn’t want her flirting with Brody. He didn’t want to see her with another man period, especially not one she’d flirted with right in front of him.
What kind of man did that make Sloane?
He wanted her, but he couldn’t be with her so he wouldn’t let others be with her either.
He wasn’t sure he liked that man, but hell, he couldn’t stop himself.
He could say he’d always been this way, but that would be a lie.
He’d never reacted this way to another man around Hailey.
But she’d never flirted back either. Sure, Griffin had joked about things with Hailey and she’d smiled in the past, but Griffin would never have crossed the line.
Now he was with Autumn and no longer a concern when it came to Hailey.
There was an unwritten rule that Hailey was his, and he needed to figure out what he was going to do about it. He knew he didn’t have the right to do anything about it, but that didn’t stop him from dreaming, from wondering.
He looked up from his hands and into Austin Montgomery’s eyes.
His boss raised a brow and looked worried.
Sloane couldn’t blame the other man. He wasn’t quite sure what he was going to do.
It wasn’t Brody’s fault that he’d stepped into something even Sloane didn’t understand.
That didn’t mean Sloane was going to make it easy on the kid.
Sloane and Hailey had a dance of sorts that had been going on since day one.
They’d get slightly closer, but then one or the other would back away.
They’d talk about everything and nothing at the same time.
She always left him the best cookies and made sure he was fed and taken care of no matter what.
He always made sure she was safe, never letting her walk to her car out in the back parking lot alone.
At social functions where they were together in a large group, they usually sat next to or near one another.
They never touched, but they made sure they were always in the vicinity of each other.
The others knew that there was something between him and Hailey. Hell, the guys and Maya razzed him about it more often than not. It wasn’t that Sloane was never going to make a move; it was that he wanted to make sure it was the right time for that move.
He blinked. Well, hell, that idea was new.
Apparently, he would be making a move. He was barely in the right headspace most days, let alone in the right place for him to be with Hailey.
He’d moved slow, wanting to ensure that he didn’t spook her, didn’t fuck himself over.
Because when he did move—if that happened at all—there would be no turning back.
He wanted to be her everything, much like she already was for him.
She’d be his in body and truth, and he’d make sure he gave her what he could.
There was no partway when it came to the ownership of his heart, his soul.
But some darkness would have to remain his and his alone.
And until he could know for sure that the darkness within him wouldn’t touch Hailey, he had to hold himself back. He’d known he was playing with fire by waiting, by watching for years and never doing more. But she’d held back, too. She’d known it wasn’t the right time yet.
Or maybe he was wrong? Maybe he’d screwed up and now he was about to lose it all. Lose it to someone closer to her age, someone who made her laugh and her eyes sparkle.
Sloane wanted to be the man that made her throw her head back and laugh like that. He wanted to be all of those things and more. But he couldn’t. Not yet. It wasn’t the time, and now it might not ever be the time.
Jesus, his head hurt from going back and forth. He wanted her, he ached for her, but he wasn’t good enough for her. He’d never be pure for her. But at some point he may have to let that go. Realize that while he wasn’t light—instead, darkness—he was still hers. And that would have to be sufficient.
Sloane might not be good enough for Hailey, but damn it, nobody was. This Brody, with his too-gelled hair, wasn’t even close to being what she needed.
“Are we taking a break?” Brody asked as he looked over his shoulder. “Everything looking good back there?”
Maya cleared her throat, and Sloane forced his attention away from Brody and toward the other tattoo station.
His other boss and friend pressed her lips together, surprising him.
He’d have thought Maya would have a sarcastic quip or something to say about what the hell had just happened.
Even Callie stood by Maya’s side, wide-eyed and a little surprised.
He didn’t blame the younger woman. For as long as he’d known her, she’d been trying to figure out why he wasn’t with Hailey.
How was he supposed to tell them he wasn’t worthy of the blonde bombshell with secrets of her own?
That if he was with her, he’d taint the beauty of her soul, the exquisiteness of her smile.
That’s what he did. He brought in the shadows, carved deep inside, and rotted the core of someone because of what he’d done, what he’d seen.
But he was a selfish bastard. He knew that. Sloane knew it might be time for him to stand up and actually do something about what he’d been hiding from for years. To do that, however, he needed to make sure this kid knew his place.
“Shit,” Brody mumbled under his breath. “I stepped in it, didn’t I?” The younger man turned slightly in his chair and grimaced. “I didn’t know she was yours, bro. I just saw a pretty girl with no ring on her finger and thought she was fair game. I’m sorry. I didn’t know she was taken.”
Sloane let out a breath, his rage over this kid backing down slightly, though the swirl of self-pity was well on the rise. Lovely.
“She’s not…”
Brody shook his head. “Yeah, she is. I saw the way you looked at her, and I know you’re about this close to knocking my head right off my shoulders.
So you might not be dating her officially, but I stepped in it.
I’ll go in there and then back off. I’d just leave, but that wouldn’t be right, and I don’t want to hurt her feelings.
You know?” He shrugged. “If you don’t want to finish my ink, I get it. ”
Sloane was aware that the others were staring at him, waiting for him to confirm or deny his so-called relationship with Hailey. They were waiting for him to say something. Anything.
“I’m not going to fuck up your ink, kid.”
Brody raised a brow. “I know I’m taking my life in my hands, but I’m not that much younger than you. No need to call me kid.”
Maya muttered something under her breath about insolent fools while Austin groaned.
“You’re asking for me to punch you in the face, aren’t you?” Sloane growled out, his voice low and deep. Though in reality, his voice was always low and deep.
“Not really. I just figured if you’re calling me kid and Hailey looked to be about the same age as me, then maybe you’re calling her kid, as well.”
“Jesus Christ,” Austin growled. The man also coughed out what suspiciously sounded like a chuckle.
“How about you shut up and let me finish your ink?” Sloane asked casually, though he felt anything but casual. “Then you can head on out of here and we’ll call it a day.”
Brody sighed then turned so Sloane could work on the last shading of the tattoo.
“Whatever, Sloane. But I’ve got to say, if Hailey smiled at me like that, maybe you need to step up your game and actually do something about her.
Because if you’re saying that you’re not with her but act like no one else can be with her either, that might cause problems. Just saying. ”
“Brody, for the love of God, stop talking,” Maya snapped. “He has a tattoo gun like two inches from your skin. Do you really want to piss him off?”