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  Fine Line

  Inked Duet - Book One

  Persephone Autumn

  Between Words Publishing LLC

  Fine Line

  Copyright © 2021 by Persephone Autumn

  www.persephoneautumn.com

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, establishments, organizations, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously to give a sense of authenticity. Any resemblance to actual events, places, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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  ISBN: 978-1-951477-18-9 (Ebook)

  ISBN: 978-1-951477-19-6 (Paperback)

  Editor: Ellie McLove | My Brother’s Editor

  Proofreader: Rosa Sharon | My Brother’s Editor

  Cover Design: Kat Savage | Savage Hart Book Services

  Books by Persephone Autumn

  Standalone Romance Novels

  Depths Awakened

  Sweet Tooth

  Transcendental

  Devotion Series

  Distorted Devotion

  Undying Devotion

  Beloved Devotion

  Bay Area Duet Series

  Click Duet

  Through the Lens

  Time Exposure

  Inked Duet

  Fine Line

  Love Buzz

  Poetry Collections

  Ink Veins

  Broken Metronome

  Standalone Horror Novels

  By Dawn (published under P. Autumn)

  To every person who pined for someone who would never belong to them.

  Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  To be continued…

  Thank You

  More by Persephone Autumn

  Inked Duet Playlist

  Connect with Persephone

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  Prologue

  Jonas

  Fuck, she is beautiful.

  My best friend. The woman I have loved for years. The woman walking down a sandy aisle in a stunning black lace wedding dress. To another man. A man she has been in love with since high school. A man I will never compare to in her eyes.

  And although he broke her heart at sixteen, she never fell out of love with him. Gavin Hunt. The luckiest fucking man on the planet. The man at the end of the aisle holding his breath as she steps closer.

  I close my eyes and duck my head. “Can’t watch this,” I whisper to myself. Because watching the woman I have loved for nearly ten years marry the love of her life is… painful. No, not painful. Debilitating. Excruciating. Crushing.

  Fuck, I can’t breathe.

  Don’t get me wrong, my heart holds so much happiness for Cora. Glad she reconnected with the one person who puts a permanent smile on her face. The person who constantly sparks her laughter. Who fulfills her in a way no one else has been capable of for years. As gut wrenching as it is to admit, Gavin is Cora’s soul mate. Her person.

  Once upon a time, I filled the role. For a phase of her life, I was her person. Was the only guy she leaned on for comfort or support. The one person she laughed with and spilled her heart to.

  Cora is my best friend.

  But she isn’t mine.

  And as much as it hurts, she never was.

  I dreamed of the possibility, but she always tossed out those “you really are a great friend” lines with such ease. Every time she did, it twisted the knife in my heart a little more. Tore away another piece of my soul that I willingly handed her.

  The day I met Gavin, the day we all hung out and I witnessed their chemistry for the first time, I threw in the towel. The energy in the room shifted and I witnessed it ebb and flow and magnetize them closer to each other. Cora and I have an undeniable bond, but it paled in comparison to the connection she and Gavin share.

  In her own way, Cora loves me. Just not the way I love her.

  But now, I have to let her go. Finally let go of the daydream. Let go of the possibility I stood a chance.

  Snapping my attention back to my best friend, I memorize her happy, tear-stained face as she speaks her vows to Gavin. Tells him he was her first everything. Twist. Jokes how their middle names are similar—another sign they’re meant to be. Deeper. Twist. Explains how life isn’t worth living without him at her side. Shattered. Split in two.

  I stop watching. Stop listening. My heart balls into a fist, clenches hard, and crumbles to ash beneath my ribcage.

  Fuck, this hurts.

  As badly as I want to rise from my seat and walk off, I won’t. I will not ruin my best friend’s wedding with my own selfishness. Won’t squash her happiness with my sorrow. I am not that guy. Not an asshole. Or a prick.

  Everyone laughs and cheers. I follow suit, not knowing the reason. My laugh floats off with the Gulf breeze, hollow and empty. Like my heart.

  I chance a glimpse at my best friend. Bad timing. The moment I choose to look up, Gavin envelops her in his arms and kisses her the way I have always imagined doing. The way that haunts my dreams often.

  The next hour trickles by in a fog. Shelly and Erin hang out with me. I remember to smile and laugh and joke at the right times. I hide the fact I am a withering mess inside. People scurry into the reception hall and tell everyone to prepare for the newlyweds. Reminding us to hoot and holler as they enter the room.

  I clutch my stomach. Think I am going to be sick.

  Cora and Gavin enter the room and everyone erupts in cheers and wolf whistles. I mimic with an empty smile plastered on my face.

  An emcee announces the newly married couple before soon inviting everyone to eat. I fall in line with Shelly and Erin. They must sense my mood. Neither of them has said a single word to me. Can’t blame them, I am shit company right now.

  Shortly after everyone eats, Cora and Gavin share their first dance as husband and wife. I struggle to keep my meal down, but I do. I refuse to make a scene. Refuse to ruin this for her.

  Shelly elbows me and I peer over at her. “What’s up, Shell?” But the moment I look up at her, I realize why she nudged me.

  Cora.

  The most stunning bride I have laid eyes on is standing beside me with a glowing smile. “Hey you,” Cora says. She extends a hand out to me. “Will you dance with me?”

  Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

  I swallow and work to dislodge the lump in my throat. “Yeah,” I choke out before coughing to clear my throat. “Yeah,” I repeat.


  She smiles as I take her hand and follow her to the dance floor. At the center of the room, she spins around and holds me like we are at senior prom. All too briefly, serenity blankets me. Cora in my arms has always felt right.

  But she isn’t mine. And I need to continue to remind myself of such facts.

  “Are you okay?” she asks as we sway back and forth.

  I won’t lie to her, but the truth hurts like a motherfucker.

  “Not so much.” I lock eyes with her. “But I’m working on it. Promise.”

  “Jonas…” Cora smiles, but it doesn’t touch her eyes. “Sorry. I wish…”

  She doesn’t continue. The way she holds my gaze tells me everything she wants to say, but can’t articulate the words. How she wishes things could have been different. How she hopes I find happiness like she has. And how much she loves me. Like family.

  I shake my head and close my eyes. “You have nothing to apologize for, Cora. Life has happened how it’s meant to. You’re my best friend,” I whisper the last line and she lays her head on my shoulder. Closing my eyes, I soak up her warmth and relish the moment. “And no matter what, that will never change.”

  “Good.” She laughs, but it isn’t the unrestrained laughter I have heard countless times. “Because you’re stuck with me, mister.”

  For the first time in months, a genuine smile stretches my cheeks and I chuckle. “Glad to hear it.” I take a deep breath and swallow my pride. “Sorry if I haven’t been the best party guest.”

  She lifts her head from my shoulder and I hide the disappointment threatening to flash across my face. “Jonas, you’re here. That’s all I care about. I don’t give a damn what anyone else thinks. We’ve been through a lot over the years. If you’re sad” —she studies my eyes for a minute— “you’re entitled to feel how you feel. I’m sorry if this is hard for you. Being here.”

  The song changes and we continue to sway around the dance floor. Her sparkly green eyes stay on my hazels. The sweet, earthy floral notes of her perfume float in my nose. I will miss this. Miss the little pieces of her I have familiarized myself with over the years. But I need to do right by her. I need to remove the guilt she holds captive because of our bond.

  I need to let her go.

  For her. For me. For our future friendship.

  Swallowing down the pain, I vow to myself to never let her feel guilt or sadness because of me. If I can’t have her any way except for friendship, I need to accept it. Accept it and move on. Accept it and allow her to be happy.

  “Cora…” I stroke my knuckles over her cheek and sigh when she closes her eyes. “It isn’t easy.” When I remove my hand, her eyes open and lock on mine again. “But I wouldn’t miss this day for anything. The day you told the world you found love and grabbed it by the horns.” She giggles and my pulse jump-starts. “Glad I could be here to witness this day. I will always be here. Even if we’re just friends.”

  She lays her head on my shoulder again and snuggles closer to me. “My best friend,” she whispers. “I love you, Jonas.”

  My eyes glaze over and I am damn glad she isn’t looking at me right now. Glad she won’t witness the dam of tears threatening to unleash. I hug her tight. “I love you, too,” I croak.

  We dance for the rest of the song in silence. When it ends, Gavin walks over. “May I?” he asks. He fucking asks. If I were in his shoes, I would probably yank Cora out of my arms. But he doesn’t because he knows her heart. More than anyone.

  I step back and smile. “Yeah, man.” I offer Cora’s hand to him. As she breaks from my embrace and glides easily into his, I take a deep breath and release her. “Congratulations. Not gonna lie, I’m envious as hell. But I’m happy for you both.”

  Gavin glances down at Cora and the smile on his face tells me he knows he is a lucky son of a bitch. And he will never fuck this up with her. He faces me again. “Thanks, man. Means a lot. To me and Cora. Don’t give up.” I flinch for a second and he registers my confusion. “Hard as it is to believe right now, the right woman is out there waiting for you. You’re a good guy. Fate won’t fuck you over.”

  Okay. Wasn’t expecting that. And I have no clue how to respond. So, I remain tight-lipped.

  Cora lays her hand on my bicep. “How could no one love you.” She meant it as a rhetorical, so I don’t answer her. “I have a sneaking suspicion you’ll meet her soon.”

  “Her?” I ask.

  “Yeah. The one. The girl who will seal all the cracks and make you whole again.”

  This conversation is one of the most awkward of my life. The woman I have loved for almost a decade, the woman I am trying desperately to let go of, is telling me I will soon find the love of my life. Which is supposedly not her.

  I nod. “Hope so. I’m gonna head out.” I hug Cora and memorize her one last time. We will see each other again, but it won’t be the same. Then I extend my hand to Gavin. He shakes it, then surprises me when he pulls me in for a hug.

  “Thanks for taking care of my girl when I didn’t,” he whispers in my ear. “Don’t give up, man. Your girl is out there, waiting.”

  We break apart and I smile softly. “Congrats again.” I turn on my heel and head for the exit, keeping the torrent of emotions at bay.

  Outside, I bend at the waist and slap my hands to my knees. “Your girl is out there, waiting.” Yeah, I don’t see how that’s possible. I hop in the Jeep, crank it to life, and let the tears fall.

  I hope you’re right.

  One

  Autumn

  The flashing yellow arrow torments me as I patiently wait for a break in the oncoming traffic. With everyone and their mother out shopping, on the hunt for the deal of a lifetime, the roads are busier than usual.

  Black Friday has never really been my thing. People swarming like agitated bees. Fighting over electronics and shoes and kitchen gadgets. Don’t get me wrong, I love shopping. Love buying cute new dresses, fun graphic tees, and endless accessories. But you will never find me throwing punches for things.

  “Caution” by The Killers spills out the speakers as the traffic breaks. I turn onto the side street and hook a sharp right into the tattoo shop parking lot. Driving to the far rear corner, I back into a space, hop out, and enter through the back door.

  “Hey, chicky. Busy?” I ask Penny as I wander over to my booth.

  She smacks her strawberry bubble gum and shakes her head. “Nah. But it’ll pick up soon. You have a packed schedule today.”

  Mentally, I throw devil’s horns with my hands. A busy schedule equals a kick-ass payday. “Awesome. Thanks, Pen.”

  “Just doing my part,” she says as she ambles over to my booth. Penny gives me the rundown on my appointments as I resanitize my workspace. The distinct smell of disinfectant fills the air as I wipe everything down. For years now, this has been my favorite smell. Most of my appointments today are small jobs. A name here, a symbol there, and a couple photos to etch in ink.

  “Well, I appreciate you.”

  Penny curtsies, tilts her head, and smiles wickedly. She is a freaking nut, which is why we are such great friends—and roommates.

  “How was the wedding?” Penny asks.

  She met the bride and groom months back when they came in to get tattoos. When they invited me to their wedding, she frowned. Think she was a little butt hurt, especially when I didn’t RSVP with a plus-one. She will get over it.

  “Gorgeous,” I say with a green man on my shoulder. “Lots of black.” I laugh. “But mostly beautiful. They’re so sweet together. I envy their connection.”

  The green devil pops back up on my shoulder as I recall Cora dancing with a man other than Gavin. Remember the way he held her. The glints of his profile in the dim, shimmering lights. He held her closer than a typical friend. But the exchange didn’t faze Gavin whatsoever.

  A balloon swells in my chest as I reminisce over the way he held her. I ache to be wrapped in someone’s arms like Cora was his. To feel wanted and loved without effort.

&n
bsp; “Yeah, they seemed pretty inseparable when they came in. How does one nail down a guy like that?” Penny asks as she rests her thumb and forefinger against her chin, inquisitive.

  “Not sure. If you figure it out, let me know.”

  I finish organizing my booth and Penny goes back to her seat at reception. Soon, the bell hanging over the door chimes and the bodies flood in. Reznor strolls in and starts cleaning his booth after he throws me a wave. I toss one back before Penny hands me my first client’s paperwork.

  Name—Sean. Age—eighteen. Tattoo—the name “Nina.” Placement—over his heart.

  I avert my eyes to the floor and roll them. Kids… will they ever learn to not tattoo names on themselves? No. Fingers crossed Nina is his mom. But, deep down, I know it isn’t.

  My guess? Nina is the bouncy girl on his right, gripping his hand like a vise. The girl smiles at Sean as if he is the reason she breathes. Hope she feels that way for many years to come. Him, too.

  “Sean,” I call out as I wander over to the couches in reception.

  He kisses her knuckles and hops up. “That’s me,” he says. “Can she watch?”

  I nod. “Sure. Come on over.” I wave them over to my booth, then point at the chair. “Have a seat.” Scanning over the paperwork one last time, I review his tattoo with him and verify the placement. After he agrees on a font, I print “Nina” on the transfer paper, moisturize his young, hair-free chest, and apply the stencil.