"Jace." Beth's soft voice carried across the table. At least she didn't sound pissed anymore. "Did you hear anything I just said?"
"Sure." I sipped my wine.
"So you agree?"
"Absolutely."
"On the neck, don't you think?"
"Uh…" Well hell, that's where daydreaming got a person. "The neck is perfect."
"How long should it be?"
"Long enough." I was the king of vague. I could field questions all day long without actually giving an answer. Point, Jace.
"And color?"
"I think bright colors are the best." I nodded. "They seem to… attract attention." I gave her my best politician smile.
"Hmm, maybe you're right." She looked down at the paper in her hands and started scribbling. "Tomorrow good?"
"Sure." I leaned over to see what she was writing down. But she jerked the sheet back. "I need you to sign."
"What am I signing?" I asked, giving her another polite smile.
"You said you were paying attention." She handed me the pen.
"I was. I am."
"Good. Sign here."
I was ashamed to admit I signed, only because I didn't want to look like an ass.
Dr. Z approached the table. "I take it you filled out the information?"
"We did." Beth grinned.
"Fantastic." Dr. Z took the folder and pulled out the sheet I'd signed. Her eyes widened slightly. "How very brave of you two!"
"We thought so." Beth reached for my hand.
I had a bad feeling.
"A twin dragon tattoo! And on your necks! How lovely! The dragon is the symbol of being connected. It's rare for couples to be so committed upon arrival!"
"That's us," I said in a dry voice. How the hell was I going to talk myself out of that one? I'd signed the damn document. "Committed." I kicked Beth under the table.
She winced as Dr. Z examined the rest of the papers. "Alright, I'll just schedule the rest of your week and slip the paper under you door this evening. Your first session is with one of our newer therapists. She's absolutely lovely."
The sound of Dr. Z's heels clicking against the tile floor felt like a noose getting tighter around my neck.
"Tattoo?" I tilted my head. "You think you're funny, don't you?"
"You weren't paying attention."
"I was." Sort of. If watching her mouth move was paying attention, and memorizing her scent was my pop quiz. Yeah, I was paying attention.
"No, you weren't. We shook on it. Six days. I don't want you ignoring me, I don't want you texting. I want the fantasy. God knows, it's only six days." Her face fell a bit before she smiled to cover up her disappointment.