I reverently touched the tense broad back with my palms. Under the pads of his fingers, on a warm sheet of skin, a pattern of a luxurious tattoo unfolded.

Why didn't you show it to me earlier?

Leamer grunted and stretched, exposing his muscles and causing me to exhale convulsively. The drawing seemed to come to life. A red-haired angel nestled between his shoulder blades and clasping all the free space with fiery wings, as if hugging him from behind, smiling gently and closing his eyes.

“To turn my back on you, honey, was suicidal. You dreamed of strangling me.

I grimaced, admitting he was right, and broke contact with...