Scott Harris was the kind of guy Chet had always wanted and never thought he’d actually have. That might have explained his interest in dating the tattoo artist, but what Scott saw in him, Chet didn’t know.
Growing up, he’d always been the good son—academically minded, he did well in school and got a full scholarship to the state college of his choice. A nerd, some might have said, if it weren’t for the fact he played football and basketball as well as studied hard. Well-rounded, then, with a promising future ahead of him. His father anticipated one day hiring Chet into the fold of the family banking business, like his older brother before him.
But at college, he majored in art history instead of business, a choice that didn’t sit well with the folks. His mother liked to use the excuse h
