After His Betrayal, I Never Looked BackChapter 1
I woke up and she was tattooing me. My boyfriend's childhood friend—art student, steady hand—bent over my bare arm with a needle, completely absorbed, like I was a sketch pad she'd found lying around.
Curtis smiled. "She said your skin's nice and smooth, perfect for practice. What do you think—cute, right?"
I nearly lost it. The police academy physical was two days away.
That tattoo destroyed everything. I would never pass the medical screening now.
Gretchen Winfield pouted and ducked behind Curtis Harding. "Your girlfriend is so scary. I spent three whole hours on that, and she doesn't even appreciate it."
He frowned at me too—like I was the one being cruel.
My vision blurred with heat. "My dad gave his whole life to the force and died before he could make peace with it—and because of you two, I'll never carry his badge number!"
Curtis reached over and patted my head like he was soothing a child. "Look, I just didn't want you grinding yourself down like that, okay? All that pressure, for your whole life? Now we can go to the same school. Isn't that better?"