Page 35 of Catching Coy
“I can see why Roxy might have fallen for Tag because of this swing,” Coy said when they’d finished their meal—just the right amount of spicy seasoned fried chicken with homemade mashed potatoes and creamy gravy.
“The view is gorgeous, right?” She leaned back against him, both of them staring at the mountains in the distance, a hint of purple to the sky above them as the sun set behind the house.
He kissed the top of her head. Sitting here with her felt so right, as right as Tag sang about in that song. He shifted his arm to adjust Bellamy’s face closer to him, leaning over her to kiss her with the same ache that wouldn’t let him go during their first kiss, thankful that their day didn’t have any more of an audience except for the two camera operators at a respectable distance in the yard. One of the production assistants even relaxed on a camp chair further back in the yard, ready if drama should strike, but probably enjoying the moments of peace in the still of the evening.
“Coy?” Bellamy said softly when he pulled away, only out of necessity. “There’s something I need to tell you. Something important.”
He kept her close, ready for whatever part of her she wanted to share. Coy craved every single piece, every bit of knowledge that would make him more a part of Bellamy Hansen’s life. It was crazy to think that after just a few short weeks he couldn’t stand the thought of not having her in his life, how he could recognize the hunger for every single moment with her that was missing from even the friendship he’d found with Charlotte.
“Hmmm?” He let her move her face away a few inches, knowing the cameraman focused on them right now would want the best angle for this important discussion.
“I don’t want you to ever doubt that I’m here, that I joined this show, for any reason other than that I lost a little bit of my heart to you every time we were together.” She pulled one of his hands toward them, weaving their fingers together and laying their enjoined hands on her knee, which she’d curled up underneath her. “But…” she took a deep breath. “For the sake of total honesty…”
In her words, good gravy. What could take so much for her to get out? Her eyebrows were turned the slightest bit down as she gazed at him. He almost reached up to smooth out the crease and tell her nothing that she said could change how smitten he was with her.
“I had a crush on Tag Turner in middle school.”
Coy burst into laughter, but Bellamy didn’t even crack a smile, though her eyes danced with one.
“But then I met someone freshman year and it was all over for Tag. I haven’t looked back since.” Now she cast him an innocent smile. He continued laughing, reaching up to take her face in his hands and using his thumbs to gently graze those sweet dimples. He kissed each one before pulling back again.
“I appreciate you sharing that with me.”
Now Bellamy snorted with laughter. “We’re horrible people, right? Making fun of all those personal things the women on the show share like this.”
“Probably. I’m very willing to hear anything about you, Bells.” He pulled her back close again, picking up where they’d left off.
She ran her fingers over his t-shirt, smiling up at him. “Honest to goodness, Coy, the most tragic thing in my past is that I cried for days when my mom decided to be a snowbird and spend her winters in Arizona. I was twenty-three.”
“If I had to live without her homemade bread,I’dcry for days. At least you can make it too. That’s the only thing getting me through the thought of her heading south again this winter.”
“Tell me something important about you, Coy Jones.”
“I didn’t think I would, but somehow I love the sound of you saying my whole name like that. Or maybe I just love the sound of my name on your lips, however you say it.”
She granted him a kiss for this revelation and then smiled. “What else?”
“I love basketball. I have since I was a little kid. I am living my absolute dream and so few people get to say that.” He got another kiss for this fact, which he found was an excellent reward, one he would be happy to spill every single moment of his life to earn.
“What else?” she asked softer.
“When it’s ten degrees in Denver and the wind is blowing, I miss the south so much I want to beg for a trade to Florida or California or anywhere they don’t have snow.”
Another kiss. “We get a lot of snow here.”
“You make it worth it.”
“You gonna keep on with that charm?”
“There’s no reason a man should ever stop flirting with his woman.”
She sighed, leaning her head back against his arm over top of the swing. “Keep talking sweet like that to me, Coy Jones, and I’m going to be in love with you by the time this night ends.”
“I’ll take that as a challenge.”
Chapter Eighteen
Charlotte, 28
