No hay problema," Orlando agreed. "But you haven't said where?" His eyes grazed over the rumpled tux, Aiden not having thought about where the tattoo might go. Isabel had an answer.

"His neck."

"My neck?"

"Tiene cojones," Orlando said slyly grinning.

"Yes, your neck. It'll be your thing, you know, when you're famous--like an insigna. It's sexy and dangerous. Aidan's going to be a famous rock star, Orlando."

Aidan admired her confidence. "From her lips ..."

"I surely hope, mis amigos, because putting that thing on your neck does not say nine-to-fice employment.

Laura Spinella

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