Chapter 13
BRETT
The next morning
“I can’t believe I leave the city for two seconds, and I come back to you—with a girlfriend. The apocalypse must be coming.”
On another humid and stifling Saturday in Manhattan, Heath’s arms outstretch in the middle of our tattoo shop, his mouth hanging wide. In a t-shirt and jeans worth more than my whole wardrobe, he paces back and forth across the tiled floor, his hands lowering to his hips before rising in the air again. I think I might have given the guy a temporary stroke. He’s sure acting like it.
“Like I said,” I declare, putting the finishing touches on my first appointment’s tattoo. “She’s not my girlfriend. She’s just a…” I hesitate. “Friend. My sister’s friend, to be exact. I’m only looking after her while she’s in a tight spot.”
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