Forever With You (Misfit Tattoo Book 1)

by Jennifer Labelle

  “Are we almost done here?” She exhaled loudly and looked away.

  “Halfway.” His reply was automatic. He let go of her hand and reached up to cup the side of her face. “I’m sorry, Harlow. Forgive me?”

  “Forgiven.” She nodded. “What do you say we put on some music for the rest of it? Not sure I’m in the mood to talk anymore.”

  “Music, sure.” Toby got up, plugged in his iPhone, and his cousin’s latest song hit the speakers. It was back to business. She was halfway there, and the remaining time spent on the outline was silent, except for the buzz in the air and the low volume tunes she had requested.

  Toby James was a beautifully complicated man, and she really wanted to figure him out.

  Chapter Ten

  Harlow

  “How’d it go?” Calista asked.

  It had been a couple of days since her first tattoo session with Toby, and Harlow was at Fanny’s with the girls to let loose. They were sharing some wings and having a few beers to unwind. “Good, I guess.” She shrugged. “But it’s so itchy. It’s driving me nuts.”

  “Moisturizer,” Dee commented.

  Melody chimed in. “Keep putting lotion on the skin. Lots and lots of lotion, but no matter what, do not scratch, and for the love of God, leave the scabs alone. Wash with soap and water, then moisturize the hell out of that bitch.”

  Harlow pulled out a small bottle of Aveeno cream from her purse and smiled. “Don’t leave home without it.”

  Callie laughed. “Good. Now get up and let’s have a look. If it’s itchy now, I’ll even put some on for you, if you want.”

  Harlow sighed but decided, what the hell? They wanted to see it, so she’d get it over with now. She’d only be showing her midriff, not any of her lady bits. She looked around the place, and nobody seemed to be paying attention to them anyway, so she stood, lifted the side of her shirt, and lowered the top part of her jeans a couple of inches. “Toby said we’d be meeting up within the next couple of weeks to finish it. Last session was just the outline.”

  “Damn, girl. That’s hot.” Mel grinned.

  Dee nodded in agreement. “Very nice.”

  “Oh, Har.” Calista stood back to admire it. “It’s amazing.”

  “I thought so, too.” Harlow beamed. “Toby’s talent has no limits.”

  “Don’t tell him that.” Dee snorted.

  “Too late.”

  Well, shoot! Speak of the devil…

  Harlow quickly righted her clothing and spun around at the sound of his deep timber. “Toby?” His name came out breathless, and she flinched.

  Woman, pull yourself together.

  Toby’s grin was all teeth. He stepped forward and put his arm around her shoulders as they faced the group. “Complimenting me even when I’m not around? I like it.” He winked at her and addressed the others with, “This woman right here has officially become one of my favorite people.”

  Carson chuckled, and Rebel just shook his head, looking amused yet again at her expense.

  “Get in line,” Calista said. “She’s been one of my favorites for years.”

  “Phoenix!” Carson cheered. “How’s it going?”

  “Phoenix?” Rebel arched a brow.

  Calista rolled up her sleeve to show them the phoenix on her forearm. “Carson gave me this a little while back.”

  “Sure did.” Carson moved around the table to step next to her friend. “Hey, baby. For some reason, I was feeling a little off today. But one look at you, and I’m definitely turned on now.” He grinned, and Harlow busted out laughing.

  “Knock it off.” Mel grimaced. “You’re going to make me sick.”

  “Okay, then.” Rebel clapped his hands together. “I’m thirsty. Anyone need a top up?”

  “I could use one,” Dee said.

  “You got it!” Rebel winked at her.

  “Drinks for everyone,” Toby remarked as he squeezed Harlow’s shoulder before he stepped away. He looked her in the eye then said, “Be right back.”

  And she melted. Damn. That man was sex on legs, and he knew it too. She was in so much trouble.

  ***

  Toby

  “What’s up with you and Hottie Harlow?” Carson asked.

  Toby, Reb, and Carson stood by the bar, waiting for Fanny to fill their drink orders.

  “What’s it to you?” Toby crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes.

  “Relax, bro. Just noticed you haven’t been able to take your eyes off her is all. She’s a nice piece. You don’t want in, I’d be happy to give her a go.”

  “I would too, in a heartbeat.” Rebel snorted. “But something tells me she’s already been claimed.” He smacked Toby’s shoulder playfully and turned back to the bar.

  “The hell you say.” Carson looked at Rebel strangely, and it made Toby stiffen his posture. “Seriously, dude. Look at her. She may look like an angel, but I bet she fucks like the devil. It’s the best of both worlds.”

  “Enough,” Toby warned. “Harlow is off limits to both of you.”

  Carson chuckled. “Guess we’re not sharing this one, huh?”

  “What’d I just say?”

  “I hear you.” Carson put his hands up in surrender and took a step back. “Congratulations, man. It’s about damn time.”

  “The fuck you on about?” Toby got in his face, and Rebel intervened.

  “Nothing, Tob, he isn’t going to mess with your girl, and neither am I. Just happy for you, man.”

  “Not my girl, but this one is different.” He sighed as he tried to explain to them what he wasn’t quite sure of himself yet. He raked his hands through his hair and gave up for the time being. Their drinks were up anyway, so it was time to make their way back to the table and to the woman who had him all tied up in knots.

  Here goes nothing.

  “Peace offering.” Toby pulled the chair beside Harlow and got comfortable as he handed her a refill. He’d bought the whole table a round.

  “For what?” She smiled and took his offering.

  “I was an ass the other day.” He took a chug of beer and winked. “Not often I admit that.”

  “I bet.” When she smiled, he noticed her eyes had a sparkle to them. They were such a piercing shade of green, it was becoming his new favorite color.

  “Friends then?” He held out his hand to shake hers, and she obliged.

  “Friends,” she repeated.

  “What’s this I hear about you being an ass?” Mel propped her elbows on the table and leaned forward.

  “Shit!”

  “Now you’ve done it.” Harlow winked. She then answered Mel so he wouldn’t have to. “At my appointment, we were having good conversation until about half way through the outline. I was remarking about the posters and memorabilia Toby had on his walls for Love the Sinner, mentioned I was a fan, and Toby not-so-politely assumed I was a groupie. Long story short, I set him straight, and he apologized and explained about most of the women who stop by the shop to get into Ash’s pants.”

  She faced him and gave his arm a squeeze. “Thanks for the gesture, but no peace offering was necessary. I appreciate it, though.”

  “We never did get a chance to make plans. We were supposed to so I could check out your mad drawing skills, remember?”

  “You can draw?” Carson asked her. Then he looked at Toby. “She can draw?”

  “No.” Harlow snickered. “Nothing more than a stick figure, maybe. I totally suck.”

  “We’ll see.” He smirked. “How about dinner Thursday? I’ll check my calendar and figure out when I can fit you into the schedule so we can finish that tatt.”

  “You’re on.” She beamed, and he could feel it in his chest when she looked at him that way. He’d have to tread carefully with this one, otherwise it could be damaging to his heart. It was still filled with Carley, and he wasn’t ready to let that go yet. Harlow was different, all right. She was the whole package.

  A package that could be trouble if he wasn’t careful.
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  So, cheers to friendship!

  He took another big gulp of his beer.

  Chapter Eleven

  Three years earlier

  In the Blink of An Eye

  By Harlow Ross

  January 2015 Issue

  A few months ago, I was approached by this magazine with the chance to launch an advice/help column, and it came to me at an opportune time in my life. You see, I was looking for a change. I desperately needed one in my life, and I’ll soon tell you why.

  But first, I’d like to take an opportunity to announce how much I’m looking forward to getting to know you all as you get to know me before we get to all the heavy stuff I’m about to share.

  So, for this column, my very first, I thought I’d take the leap with something different from the typical advice columnist norm. I’m going to give you me.

  I think it’s important to establish a rapport as we go forward.

  You ready?

  Hi Readers, my name is Harlow Ross, and it’s a pleasure to meet you all. I’m currently twenty-six, and I was born and raised in Fresno, California. I have a psychology degree from Stanford University, which I put to good use when I landed a job at St. Paul’s Family Services in this great city shortly after graduation.

  I come from a wonderful family. My parents have been happily married for the last thirty years. I have one sister who I adore, and I once had the most beautiful daughter in the world. She was my everything. Until one evening, in the blink of an eye, my whole world changed. Completely shattered, destroyed.

  It was a nightmare that’ll forever haunt me.

  I’m not sure if any of you can recall reading about it, but about a year ago, almost to the day, I got hit by a drunk driver, and it cost me my life as I once knew it. I was critical, they tell me, yet I somehow survived my injuries. My two-year-old daughter, however, wasn’t so lucky. My precious Lily was just gone. So, as I take a deep breath while I write this because it’s still so hard, I’d like to honor her by telling you all a little about her.

  I fell in love with my daughter before I ever laid eyes on her. I’ve always wanted to be a mother, and although Lily came into my life a bit sooner than I originally planned, she was my everything. The first time I heard her heartbeat was phenomenal. My own heart swelled with excitement. She was my miracle. I had her in the fall of 2013 at the healthy weight of nine pounds two ounces. She was perfect in my eyes, so sweet, really. I close my eyes and I can still see her smiling face, hear her giggle, and see her curly blonde hair, sparkling green eyes much like my own, and she had the cutest little dimple on her left cheek. Lily loved the outdoors, especially the swings at the park, and her favorite hobby was to color pretty pictures for our refrigerator. She was curious by nature and had questions for almost everything because everything seemed to fascinate her. I was honored to be her mother. I am honored still. So, for Lily, I continue to go on to the best of my ability because I know she’d want her mommy to be happy.

  And helping people makes me happy, so here I am, making a change in my life at a time I feel good enough to try something new and exciting.

  Welcome to Harlow Helps, everyone. It’s the newest column here at Twin City Women’s Magazine. I truly look forward to hearing from you all.

  All my best,

  Harlow

  ***

  Toby

  Toby ran a hand down the front of his face and leaned back in his chair as he finished reading Harlow’s first article from three years ago. It was an impulsive move to look her up online and read an article or two, but he couldn’t help himself. He was all alone at home with nothing but his thoughts to occupy him, and she made him curious.

  He took a big breath and exhaled heavily as he picked up his phone and debated whether it was a good time to call her. They’d made plans, and it was only right that he called to confirm. He thought about it, and well, it was the excuse he was going with.

  He felt connected to Harlow somehow, probably because she understood his grief. What was wrong with making another friend? A hot, sexy, fucking gorgeous friend. Shit, it’d be so much easier if she didn’t make him nervous because of how attracted he was to her.

  You can do this, shit head. You loved Carley. Still do, right? Carley, Carley, Carley…Damn, baby. I miss you.

  “Fuck me!” he growled. Toby stood up so fast his chair knocked over, and he began to pace. “Get a grip, dude.” He threw his hands in the air and gripped his cell phone tighter. “Crazy ass, talkin’ to yourself. Just make the call.”

  Before he could talk himself out of it, he dialed the number she had left at the shop and rubbed the back of his neck as it rang.

  “Hello?”

  “Hey, Harlow, it’s Toby. I just wanted to make sure we were still on for tomorrow night.”

  “Dinner, right?” she said, and he could swear she was smiling as she said it, too. Don’t ask him how. It was just a feeling.

  “Yeah,” he said. “I was hoping.”

  “Wouldn’t miss it, then.” She sounded happy, and it made his own mouth twitch just hearing it.

  “Good to hear. There are no allergies I need to worry about, are there?”

  “Not from me,” she replied. “Where are you taking me? So I’ll know what to wear.”

  “I was thinking Mecca’s on Richfield. Shit, I hope you’re not vegetarian.”

  “Ooh, nice, and nope. You’re good once again. I totally love a good steak.” She practically purred, and his dick twitched.

  Shit!

  “Toby?” She said his name like it was a question when he grew quiet for a minute.

  “Still here.” He sighed and rubbed the stubble against his jaw. “It’s getting late. I should probably go.”

  “Okay,” she whispered, as if she sensed his inner dilemma. “I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”

  “Tomorrow,” he repeated. “Can you meet me at the shop around seven?”

  “Sure. I look forward to it.” He could hear her exhale on the other end. “Sweet dreams, Toby.”

  “I wish. Night, Harlow.”

  Fuck! Did I just say that out loud? I wish? Really?

  Toby disconnected the call before she could say any more and tossed the phone onto his coffee table. Sleep evaded him, and he didn’t feel like going out. He decided to do the next best thing instead by picking up his sketch pad and letting his pencil take control. With thoughts of a certain hottie columnist-slash-psychologist-slash-kindred spirit on his mind, it was no wonder the picture turned out to be her in the end.

  He was fucked. Well and truly fucked.

  Chapter Twelve

  Harlow

  Each season had its own distinct characteristics, and because she lived in the Upper Midwest, they had such a wide variety of weather from one extreme to another. The winters were freezing, the fall and spring were damp, and the summers were hot, period. There seemed to be no in between.

  The sun shone brightly on this mid-July evening, and Harlow had to place a hand on her forehead to block out its rays. She opened her car door and stepped out.

  Here goes nothing.

  She stood on the asphalt parking lot in front of Misfit, ready to meet Toby. Her nerves were starting to get the best of her, and she took a deep breath to settle them as she shut the door behind her. At the click of a button, her car beeped to indicate the locks had engaged. She reached into her purse to grab her shades and put them on. This felt so much like a date, and she hadn’t been on one of those in God knew how long. She honestly couldn’t remember, but she also knew deep down that Toby probably didn’t feel the same way. This was business to him. Mostly. Probably. Maybe.

  “Harlow!”

  She started and placed a hand to her chest.

  “Up here, babe.” She looked to see Toby waving from the side of the building, and she headed toward him.

  “Hey, you.” She smiled when she reached the stairs.

  “Come on up.” He gestured for her to follow him as he disappeared behind a door she n
ever noticed before now. Not that she’d been to Misfit very often.

  “You live here too?” she asked.

  The view of the spacious loft apartment above the shop was unexpected, but she had to admit, it was a cool space to be in. It was bright and airy with several large industrial windows. There were light-colored, hardwood floors throughout, and it was so open she could pretty much see everything all at once. There, in the far-right corner, was a large, plush-looking, king-sized bed. Yep, leave it to her to zoom in on his bedroom right from the get-go. She held back a groan and looked around. The opposite end of the room held a small but modern kitchen with white granite counter tops, dark grey cupboards, stainless steel appliances which included a gas stove. A small, two-seater wooden table was nearby, followed by a cozy living room. Classic artwork decorated his walls, which she assumed was his own work, and there were a few personal pictures scattered about.

  “Yeah. Pretty convenient, huh?” Toby peeked his head out from behind the only other door in the place, so she guessed it was the bathroom.

  “I like it.” She gave him a slight nod of agreement and rubbed nervous hands down the sides of her dress as if she were trying to smooth out some non-existent wrinkles in the fabric. She took a deep breath and straightened her posture to exude confidence, at least outwardly.

  Toby walked out of the bathroom and smiled. “Sorry about that. I spilled some coffee earlier, so I needed a quick change before we go.” He looked her up and down appreciatively. “You look beautiful.”

  He reached out to touch her hair, curled a strand of it around his finger, and let go. “I’ve never seen it done up before.”

  She shrugged. Her hair was pinned up loosely to get it off her shoulders, and a few strands were left loose in the front. “I don’t get out much. I guess I got carried away and dressed up.” She gestured to her summer dress and her hair.