"No, silly. It's a sound thing Mikah put on my phone as a joke. I'll change it."
"Thank you. I'd rather wake up to something a little less dramatic."
He sits up and stretches, giving me a perfect view of his wide, sculpted back, which is covered in even more tattoos.
"We should start to get ready so we're not late." He peers down at me. "And did I just catch you lusting over my back?"
"No…" I say, looking away.
"Yes, I did."
"I was looking at your tattoos. I didn't realize they were everywhere."
"Not quite everywhere, yet. But I have a lot more I want to get."
"Why? You're pretty much covered already."
He shrugs and puts his e-cig in his mouth. "I like them. And I like getting them—it's kinda therapeutic."
"You could get acupuncture if you like the feeling of pointy things in you. It has lots of health benefits."
Princess Pixie rises from her place at the end of the bed and slowly walks up Talon's leg, stopping to stare up at the puff of vapor he just blew toward the ceiling.
He rubs her tiny head. "You're lucky you're cute, Thing. Or you'd be outside right now."
"She's irresistibly cute," I add.
"Like her owner?"
"Am I?" I ask, wondering if that's good or bad.
He picks up the cat and gently places her on top of me before he climbs out of the bed. "You're both definitely growing on me." I try not to gawk at him as he stands next to the bed with nothing on but a pair of black boxers. Holy moly, does he have a nice body. I wish I could sneak a picture and show Kat. Or maybe not. I kind of don't want to share his hotness.
"Come on, jelly bean. We gotta go find our dream home."
* * *
On our way to meet the Realtor, we stop at Talon's condo so we can switch from his truck to his BMW. I wait in the car while he runs inside to grab a few things, and I feel like I'm sitting in the cockpit of a spaceship. I have never seen so many buttons or a tiny screen in a car before. I'm wondering what exactly the screen is for when he gets back in the car. He proceeds to type the address onto that little screen and a map pops up.