Chapter ３７

To put it bluntly, I just don't care about them. In addition to the adrenaline thrill of starting a new club, I like operating the company itself. My tattoo parlor is like no other place on earth to me.

He never would have spoken it out since he knew it sounded stupid, but Jessey didn't make fun of him. Her blue eyes, though, glowed with comprehension. So it is with Dodge's primary gallery.

Everybody has their own stuff. As of right now, Dodge was the last thing on his mind. "And you?" Where do your interests lie? Just a dream, huh?

She was twitchy. To which the answer is, "I have no idea."

“Bullshit. Even though she didn't want to accept it, someone as realistic as Jessey could see that her ideal was unrealistic. He felt the sharp sting of curiosity. Please explain. If she was reluctant to say it out, it must have been wonderful."

That doesn't sound very French."

"You're dodging. Inform me. As the color left her face, he knew what the problem must be. Your artwork."