And then there’s the tattoo I got.’ Annie raised an eyebrow. She’d never seen a tattoo on Mac before. ‘What tattoo?’ ‘It's on my rib cage,’ he said. ‘Okay, so what is it? Plenty of people get tattoos.’ ‘But do plenty of people get tattoos of the name of the person they had just unceremoniously ditched and were pretty sure hated them?’ ‘You didn't.’ Mac leaned away from her and lifted his shirt. In tiny script on his left ribs was her name. It was so small she hadn't seen it last night when he undressed but there it was plain as day. Annie in black ink under his heart.
