Aidan stepped back into the staff only section of Ink Me and immediately did a double take. What the hell had she done with the place? And how had she managed it in less than ten minutes? He’d only been out with Officers Dickens and Chavez for a few minutes, he was sure of it. Summer was supposed to be back here changing for their date, but by the looks of things she’d spent the time redecorating instead. Black and red candles burned around the entire circumference of the room and in the center of the space, the old futon couch had been made into a bed and covered with some very silky looking red fabric. Black pillows of various shapes and sizes littered the futon and the floor and incense burned in a small pot in the corner. Light sitar music played on the sound system, completing the mood and leaving little doubt what Summer had in mind. “Take a seat, I’ll be right out,” she said, her voice muffled by the bathroom door. “No problem, take your time,” Aidan said with what he knew was a shit-eating grin on his face.
