"What brought you here?" A voice asked. "Oh fuck," I cursed, startled by the sudden voice. "Dude, you scared the shit out of me." It was pitch black inside. I obviously could see nothing. "My bad," he said, not meaning it. "What brought you here?" "My feet," I answered. Upon meeting a girl one midnight after being both dumped in a holding cell, Tanner Hampton had never felt the urge to be with someone for as long as possible. What he did not know was what he was getting himself into. For sure, the deliquent could handle a few heartbreaks from a notorious girl, yeah? Or so he himself thought. -10 . 29 . 16-