A Small Tattoo (Tracie Dumas, Bounty Hunter #1)
Anji Philips

There's a price on Charlotte's head and I think I know where she is—tending bar. Me falling for the guy who owns the bar wasn't in my game plan, but seeing him makes my knees melt. I have to be sure it's her. Johnny, the hunk, sees nothing but that platinum-haired bitch and she throws me a curve by making a play for me.
Can it get more confused than that? Sure it can. After all, to make sure it's her I have to get a look at her naked, and get a close look at the very private tattoo that's her only identifying mark.