Can a tattoo artist keep his hands steady when the girl of his dreams walks in the door? I hadn’t realized there had been a Leah-shaped hole in my life. I needed her before I knew her. I wanted her before I even tasted her. Magic eyes that twinkle with mischief. Soft, milky curves. And a mind as sharp as my needles. I just had to find a way to show her that I fit into her life, too.