Page 47 of Wrangled and Tangled (Raven Peak Ranch #1)
Two Years Later
“ I can’t believe you’re letting me do this!” Briar laughs, pulling Heath and me into the tattoo shop on Main Street.
“It’s your birthday present,” I shrug while Heath laughs.
“Yeah, you wanna get tatted like your dad,” Heath jokes, making eyes at me.
“Let’s not get too carried away,” I remind him, Briar’s still my little girl. I’m not ready to watch her grow up too fast.
It’s been an amazing two years. Heath moved in not long after his last official ride in the rodeo.
Staci still calls every now and again, asking for him to come back, but he just tells her he misses her about as much as he misses shoveling cow shit.
He’s been working with Uncle Scott and Aunt LuAnna down at The Rowdy Raven.
It still hasn’t improved his dancing, though.
“I know exactly what we’re gettin’,” Briar says, and Heath turns to me.
“ We ?” He questions, and I nod.
“Briar wants matching tattoos. I didn’t mention that?”
Heath looks at me with a smirk that tells me he knows, that I know , that I didn’t mention it. He’s never had a tattoo, and I warned Briar that he might not be willing to get one. “As long as you want to,” I shrug.
“And what tattoo does our dear daughter want us all to get?” He asks, squeezing her shoulders and planting a kiss on her temple. Lucy took her to get her hair done for her birthday, so now she’s got little blue highlights throughout her hair.
“Fairy flowers,” she smiles, looking up at me. “Every time I see them, it reminds me that anything is possible as long as you're watered with love.”
“How can I say no to that?” Heath groans, looking at me with watery eyes. Of course, Briar and I came and spoke to the tattoo artist three weeks ago to discuss what she wanted, so when he pulls out the art, Heath chuckles.
“You two are going to be the death of me,” he says, leaning on the jewelry display case.
“It wouldn’t be matching tattoos if they weren’t all in the same place,” Briar teases. “I think we should all get them on our ribs!”
“Are you sure, Flower?” I ask, “That’s a sensitive spot for your first tattoo.”
“It’s not that big! I think we can do it,” she says, looking at Heath, who’s smiling in disbelief.
“Whatever my sweet girl wants,” he says, pulling me into his side. “And as long as my man will hold my hand.”
Laughing, I plant a kiss on his lips and murmur, “Always.”