“I’m totally going to do some recon for you.”
Gabi knew she was going to regret telling Summer about him. Of course she was. Feeling her heart freeze in her chest, she looked up from the sketch she was working on, her eyes rounded with sheer terror. Gabi set her pencil down deliberately before glancing at the blonde who was currently lounging on her tattoo chair. “Um, no you’re not.”
Summer’s shiny pink lips curved upwards, mirth radiating from her in droves. “Yes. I’m totally doing this for you.”
She slid off of the chair, rolling her bare ivory shoulders at the panicking tattoo artist. “It’s already decided,” Summer informed her as she headed out of her work space and for the front of the parlor. Gabi could feel her heart lurch into her throat in horror.
“No, no it’s not.” Gabi rose from her own seat, trailing after her best friend. “Come on, Summer. Be reasonable.”
“It’ll be fine, I promise.” She just waved Gabi off as she reached for the door. “Besides, it’s better to know now if he’s spoken for or not. It’ll save you some hurt down the road.”
“What road! I have no intention of going down any road!”