Nick stepped back and stared at her. "Now I know you've been spying on me. What's going on here?"
Yes, what's going on here? What were the chances that this guy would look the same and also have the same tattoo? On the inside, Constance was screaming at the top of her lungs. On the outside, she was somewhat more professional.
"I, uh, see lots of tats in my line of work. You're not the first, you know. Go ahead and show me-I can tell you're just itching to tear that shirt off." She wanted to laugh at that last statement, pure projection on her part.
One corner of his mouth turned up in a grin, but the rest remained firmly unpleasant. "Sure thing. Anything for my lawyer." He pulled the shirt over his head and revealed his tattoo.
Constance's head spun.
How can this be? It's the exact same tattoo. This had to be a dream. A light-headed dizziness flooded her, and she felt like she'd been dropped into someone else's life. Hers had seemed so real before, but it just kept getting more and more surreal.
Constance had a little trick that she often used when she needed to know if she was dreaming. She stared at her hand, knowing it would distort when the world wasn't real. But no matter how hard she focused on her hand right now, nothing happened.
She looked up at the tattoo. Beautiful scaly wings, an eye as blue as his, and fiery breath shooting straight at his heart. There could be no further doubt; Nick Veseli was her dream man.
What. The. Hell.
"Wow!" Constance stared with her mouth open again. She raised her hand to touch it, but quickly pulled it back.
She spoke through parched lips. "You're right. That tattoo is not stupid." She managed to tear her gaze away from the dragon and connect with the man. She wasn't sure she was breathing, but somehow words came out of her mouth. "Please, Nick. Put on that shirt and let's get this hearing over with."