Page 149 of Kings Fear No One
“It happens when you become obsessed with a woman.”
He clasps my hand and I curl into his side again. “Tell me something I don’t know about you yet.”
He thinks a second and then says, “I used to be in a garage band.”
“A garage band?!”
“Hey, cut that judgment outta your tone. We were decent,” he says, his jaw clenching in offense. “Well… I was decent. Mace and Cash were another story.”
“Was this a high school thing?”
“It was. I was a few years older. Me and a buddy of mine—Ethan—needed two more members. Mace and Cash volunteered. I was on guitar. Mace drums. Ethan bass. Cash was our vocals. We played one gig and quit.”
“Kori says Cash is great at karaoke.”
“Yeah, well, Kori’s in love. He could sound like a fucking rooster and she’d sing his praises.”
I giggle. “That… sounds exactly like what could happen.”
“Can’t blame her. Love makes you say and do crazy things.”
“Is that so? Tell me more, Mr. Cutler.”
“You tell me, Mrs. Cutler. Which reminds me,” he says, hiking a brow up high, “when are you changing your name?”
Surprise renders me silent for a second. “You… you want me to?”
“Why wouldn’t I? You’re my wife. You’re about to be the mother of my child. And in case you haven’t noticed, Teysha Patrice Baxter, I’m fucking in love with you.”
The same heat that had flushed over my skin earlier returns in a warm wave. I’m left dizzy and speechless as I process what it’s like to be cherished by Logan Cutler. Loved and cared for by him.
It’s better than anything I could’ve ever imagined.
We enjoy every bite of dinner, sampling off each other’s plates and chatting about whatever comes to mind. By the time we stroll back onto the sidewalk of Main Street, dusk has finally faded into night.
Residents still wander the long street, though the sounds of music and laughter have died down.
Logan strokes his thumb along the back of my hand in thought. We wander almost lazily ’til he stops us outside a tattoo parlor. “You ever thought about getting a tattoo?”
“Me? A tattoo? Uh, never.” I give off a nervous laugh as if I’m sure he’s joking.
“I’m gonna get one. Wanna come in with me?”
“Oh? Okay… sure. What are you getting?”
“A cross.”
I halt halfway through the door, my brows drawing close in confusion. “A cross? You?”
“Yeah, I’ve thought a lot about it… and I want it. I want it on me. I want it ’cuz it’s important to you.”
“But you don’t have to,” I say, shaking my head. “Really, they’re my beliefs. Not yours. You don’t have to?—”
“I want to. ’Cuz I’ve finally realized God is real.”
“You’re being serious? How so?”
Logan scrubs his free hand over his jaw, thinking on my question. “I figure he has to be if you are. If he led me to you.”
