I’ve always been the good girl.
A squeaky clean reputation. Heiress to my family’s culinary empire. Doomed to forever date men who meet my father’s impossibly high standards.
I’d be a walking, talking cliché if not for the fact that I’m totally, irrevocably in love with my best friend.
To everyone else, Owen Harvey is the quintessential bad boy.
To me, he’s the other half of my soul.
The grumpy tattoo artist who inks my skin in the late night hours; who gives me a safe place to hide when I’m worn to the bone from running a company that I don’t even want.
Owen is my kryptonite. Sexy and gruff, every time he looks my way, I feel myself falling even harder.
But he can never be mine.
Which is why I’m standing before him now, crushing both my heart and his, and watching everything we’ve built burn to ash.
I’ve always been the good girl.
Until now.
