Page 22 of Spring Break Fling

“Oh, great. That’s so much better,” I said, rolling my eyes.

Rachel was biting her lip to keep from laughing. “I mean, it’s kind of sweet if you think about it. Like, he wanted to leave a little piece of himself behind.”

“I’ll leave a piece of him behind when I rip his dick off,” I muttered.

The girls burst out laughing. The sound only fueled my indignation.

“This isn’t funny,” I insisted. “It’s creepy and possessive and—and⁠—”

“Hot?” Tara suggested.

I glared at her. “No.”

She smirked. “You hesitated.”

“Because I was trying to find a stronger word for no.”

“Oh, come on, Hannah,” Maddie said. “It’s not like anyone’s going to notice unless you point it out. And it’s not permanent.”

I raised an eyebrow at her.

“Okay, it’s permanent,” she admitted. “But still. It’s not the end of the world.”

“It’s the principle of the thing!” I said. “He didn’t even ask me! He just… he just did it! Who does that?!”

“A very confident, very attractive tattoo artist who clearly had the night of his life,” Rachel said, winking at me. “You’ll have to give me some pointers. What voodoo did you do?”

My face flushed, but I refused to let them derail my righteous anger. “I don’t even know his last name.”

“I do,” Rachel said.

“How?”

She reached into her purse and pulled out a business card. “Nikko Malone. NM.”

“Great. I want you to sue him.”

She laughed. “Wait, you’re serious?”

“I’m going to ruin him,” I declared, crossing my arms. “If he thinks he can get away with this, he has another thing coming.”

Tara leaned back in her seat, grinning. “I think I like this side of you.”

“I’m serious,” I said. “When I get home, I’m going to figure out exactly how to make his life miserable.”

“Just make sure to keep us posted,” Maddie said.

“It’s not that bad,” Tara said.

“I have a stranger’s initials on my arm,” I hissed.

The flight attendant returned with a glass of water.

“Thanks,” I mumbled, realizing I might have overreacted just a tad.

“You need to make sure you marry a man with the same initials,” Maddie said. She actually sounded reasonable. “Then it won’t be so bad.”

“That is not the same,” I said. “I can’t narrow the field to men with NM initials. I can’t even think of names that start with N and don’t you dare say Nikko.”