“Bri, she was just here a couple days ago.”
He looked at me like I was missing something. “Yeah . . . and?”
“And apparently nothing,” I snorted, and looked back down to the rib cage of the girl I was working on. “You doin’ all right?”
“Uh-huh!” she said tightly, and blew out quickly.
“If you need me to take another break, just let me know.” She’d already taken one, and all I was doing was a name. I could easily have this done in ten minutes, fifteen tops. But not even halfway in she said she was going to pass out, and she needed ten minutes just to calm down. I’d advised her not to get her first tattoo on her ribs, but people will do what they want.
“N-no. I’m—I’m okay.”
Hell no, she wasn’t. I lowered my voice as I continued on, trying to calm her. “We’re almost done. Promise.”
The bells above the door sounded and I glanced up to see a Kat Von D look-alike walk into the shop.
“You lookin’ to get work done?”
“No,” her husky voice said confidently as she walked right up to my station. “I’m Trish, and I start today.”
I nodded but kept working. “Chase, good to meet you. Brian just stepped into the back for a second. He can show you around.” Other than Brian, Jeff, and me, we’d had one other artist, Frankie, but the guy was usually so stoned out of his mind he couldn’t work even if he did show up. Jeff had finally gotten rid of him a few weeks ago, but we’d been struggling with just the three of us, and he’d hired someone new while Harper and I had been in Dana Point. He hadn’t said anything about its being a girl, though.
“Hey, homie!” Brian called out to her as he walked back in. “You bring your stuff with you today?”
“It’s on the way, I left it in my girl’s car, and she had to run an errand. She’ll be here in a minute.”
“All right, well I see you met Chase. Chase, this is the new chick.” No shit. “Let me show you around the shop and get you in your station.”
Thank God I’d pulled the needle away from the girl I was working on, because Trish touched my shoulder, and I jerked away from her hand. “Good to meet you, buddy.”
“Yeah.” Fuck. Hot chick working here? I honestly didn’t care if she was a model; it wouldn’t change the fact that the only person I wanted was Princess. But I knew from our conversations she still didn’t really believe that I’d wanted only her since I met her. And I just hoped this didn’t make her insecurities with our relationship grow.
I finished the small tattoo, covered it, and got her out the door before I went to where Brian and Trish were hanging out. As soon as I sat on Brian’s counter, the door opened again, and Trish smiled wide as she ran over to it. Following her path, I saw a butch-looking girl standing there only to catch Trish as she crashed into her and kissed her hard. I blew out a relieved breath and smiled to myself. She’s gay. Thank. God.
“That’s hot,” Brian said next to me, and I looked at him like he was insane.
“Bri, the other chick looks more like a guy than you do.”
“Don’t be jealous of my hair, bro. You just wish you could pull this off.”
“You look like Troy Polamalu. Trust me when I say I’m not jealous.”
He kicked at my leg and nodded when the girls walked up to us.
“Brian, Chase . . . this is my girlfriend, Erin. Erin, these are some of the guys.”
Erin set a box I’m guessing had Trish’s needle in it on the counter and roughly shook our hands. “You guys take care of my girl for me.”
“Will do.” The door opened again with a girl and a guy walking in holding hands. I stood and began to make my way toward them, turning toward Erin and Trish as I passed. “Good to meet you.”
After I handed a couple books of our work to the newlyweds wanting matching tattoos, Brian came up beside me, and whispered, “Dude, she looks like Kat Von D. Shit, that’s hot.”
“I’m gonna tell Riss you’re hard for our new girl.”
“Dude . . . Riss would think she’s hot, too. She’d appreciate my taste in women.”
I snorted. “Yeah, all right.” Marissa was cool, but Brian had cheated on her right after they got married, and while I can’t imagine why she’d stay with his lying ass after that, she was always getting on Bri whenever he checked out girls. He was terrified of losing her, we all knew that, so I knew he wouldn’t touch another girl again. But he had that look-but-don’t-touch philosophy, and I knew one day it was gonna set Riss off all over again.