Enemies in the front room. Heat in the back. Janie I thought grief would be simple-bury my father, sign the paperwork, move on. Instead, I inherited his tattoo shop...and the grumpy, inked-up man who clearly wishes I hadn't. They say I'll ruin it. Fox seems determined to prove them right. But I've never backed down from a fight-especially not one wrapped in muscle, judgment, and a permanent scowl. Fox The shop was supposed to be mine. I gave my life to this place-bled for it, built it, buried the man who taught me everything in it. Then she shows up. All freckles, fake smiles, and holding the keys like she earned them. Janie Pierce is a walking headache wrapped in high heels and unresolved daddy issues. She doesn't belong here. But she's not leaving. 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.