Page 94 of Badd Daddy

“Name?” Another rumble so deep my chest buzzed with it.

“Cassandra Goode. Cassie.”

“Which?”

“Cassie.”

His hand closed around mine, engulfing it, shaking it gently and firmly. “Ink Isaac.”

“Ink?”

He nodded. “Ink. It’s on the birth certificate.”

“Fitting, huh?”

He smiled, a small curve on one side of his mouth. “Yeah.” He gestured with a jerk of his head. “C’mon. They got good food, too. You’re hungry, I think.”

The one nice thing about having my career as a dancer taken away from me was that I didn’t have to stay fit anymore. I could eat whatever I wanted, now.

“Do they have greasy, delicious comfort food?” I asked.

“Best in town.”

It was crazy, but my life made no sense anymore, and I may as well go with it. “Let’s go,” I said. “I’m hungry, and I want to get blackout drunk.”

He didn’t answer that, but he didn’t have to. I glanced up at the giant walking beside me, a giant with miles of incredible tattoos, acres of massive muscle, eyes that drowned me in wisdom and warmth, hands so big he could wrap one around my entire waist, and a voice so deep it came from the center of the earth.

It was crazy to go anywhere with him, but I went anyway.

Consequences be damned. What did I have to lose?