Fox

<p><strong style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)><em><u>Enemies in the front room. Heat in the back.</u></em></strong></p><p></p><p><strong style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)><u>Janie </u></strong></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>I thought grief would be simple-bury my father sign the paperwork move on.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Instead I inherited his tattoo shop...and the grumpy inked-up man who clearly wishes I hadn't.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>They say I'll ruin it.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Fox seems determined to prove them right.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>But I've never backed down from a fight-especially not one wrapped in muscle judgment and a permanent scowl.</span></p><p></p><p><strong style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)><u>Fox</u></strong></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>The shop was supposed to be mine.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>I gave my life to this place-bled for it built it buried the man who taught me everything in it.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Then she shows up. All freckles fake smiles and holding the keys like she earned them.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Janie Pierce is a walking headache wrapped in high heels and unresolved daddy issues.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>She doesn't belong here. But she's not leaving.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>And the longer she stays the more I wonder if she's about to ruin everything...and if I want her to ruin me too.</span></p><p></p>