Taken With You by Carrie Ann Ryan

Author:Carrie Ann Ryan [Ryan, Carrie Ann]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: 1001 Dark Nights, Fractured Connections, Carrie Ann Ryan, contemporary romance, tattoo shop
Publisher: Evil Eye Concepts, Inc
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 6

What is perfection?

Not my choices. But perhaps my reasons?

~Meadow, journal entry

Meadow

Apparently, I could figure out what normal was if I really tried. Or this was my normal, and I was okay with it. “Really? I can’t believe you like scallops.” I shuddered as Beckham rolled his eyes, tossing the shrimp into the scampi.

“Scallops are amazing. They’re like butter.”

“Then eat butter.”

He raised a brow at me, shaking his head.

Now I loved it when he smirked. Yes, it was that ego that I always joked about with him. But it made me feel like I wasn’t broken. And I really wasn’t. I was okay. Sure, I was scared of my past, but I wasn’t afraid of the people around me. Beckham didn’t make me feel afraid.

“I’m not going to eat butter, weirdo.”

“You’re weird.”

“Maybe. But I’m also cooking you dinner. I think that counts for something.”

I shook my head and smiled at him.

We were four months into dating. Four months. I still couldn’t believe we were doing this. We talked to each other every day, even if we didn’t see each other. And when I went to the bar, he always grinned and winked at me as he helped fill orders, and then he’d make sure he kissed me firmly on the mouth later. In public. So everyone knew I was his.

Then again, in my mind, it was so everyone knew he was mine.

Not that I actually called him mine, because that would be a bit…much. We’d been very good about not assigning labels. We’d mentioned dating only since it was easy to say when we were going out together, but we did not say things like “boyfriend” or “girlfriend” or “lover” or anything like that.

That would make things scary. At least, in my mind.

I was probably overreacting, but I tended to do that.

But now, four months after our first date at the piano bar, I couldn’t help but smile at him and feel like this was the normal that I’d craved. He still hadn’t played for me yet, but one day soon, I knew he would. If I asked, he would. And I didn’t know what to do with that kind of trust.

I hadn’t heard from my mom or anyone else from my past since Mom stopped by months ago. And Beckham acted as if this was our life now.

I loved it.

Now he was here, in my home, making me dinner. I knew he would spend the night. And I would wake up in the morning curled in his arms before he slid into me, and we woke each other coming and calling each other’s names.

It was odd to think that it had happened so quickly, and yet not fast enough.

I didn’t think of Coby anymore. Yes, Beckham had tattoos and marks on his body like Coby did, but those scars were from an accident when he was younger—or so he said.

We didn’t talk about that, though. We didn’t discuss our pasts.

Perhaps that was my fault. Maybe it was his.

And it might get us into trouble one day.

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