Greg
I stood outside of Josh’s tattoo studio. I had to do this. He was one last thing I had to take care of. He and Honor have been friends for years, and I had to live with that, but I didn’t have to live with a man pining for my girl. That’s one thing I couldn’t handle. Especially if we all went out and he was flirting with her or had f**k me eyes on her. He mostly just watched her and CeeCee. He was always in their orbit. Wherever CeeCee was, Josh was there, and CeeCee was around Honor enough that they were always together.
I took a deep breath and walked in. The chime above the door announced me. I heard movement behind a wall, and then Josh came around it.
His customer-service face changed instantly, and he looked surprised.
“Well, s**t,” he said.
I shoved my hands in my pocket
