Shaw worked his jaw. “I’m here to do my job. Unless my superior tells me otherwise, I’m not going anywhere.”
“Oh I’ll tell your superior exactly where you can go,” Sin said.
His nostrils flared as his gaze darkened with anger. Screw that. She glared back just as hard and opened her mouth to say something, but was cut off when Honey grabbed her hand.
“Give us just a second.” Honey gave a nervous smile and lead Sin to the back.
The client popped his head over the station wall, peeking out as if to see what the commotion was. Sin couldn’t blame him. No doubt they were making one hell of a scene. She didn’t care. Her shop. Her rules. Her problem. That son of a bitch, smug cowboy jerk had no business coming in and telling her what was going to happen, especially without her say-so.
“Girl, what the hell are you doing?” Honey flicked a few stray braids over her shoulder. “You were just attacked and now a sexy beast of a man walks in saying he’s been hired to protect you, and you’re all grr. What the hell? I’m so not seeing a problem here.”
“I don’t need a babysitter.”
“Consider him a bodyguard.”
They stared at each other. Honey may not have much experience in the tattoo world, but she had no problem standing up to her. One of the many reasons Sin liked the woman. Right now though, it was only adding to her irritation.
She clacked her teeth. “This isn’t a joke.”
“No, it’s not.” Honey poked her shoulder. “This is serious. Someone is trying to hurt you. Noah can’t be here to have your back, so he made sure someone else could.”