Faith (My Misery Muse) by B. Betzold Read Free Book Online Page B

that’s it, never been here
before.”
    “Okay, well get her packed up and let’s
go.”
    “Huh?”
    “Get her packed up and let’s go; I want to
get out of this hotel room for a while.”
    “Uhm okay, I guess,” I said completely
stunned by his sudden determination to get us away from here.
    I got Quinn packed up and Drake called a cab,
then we were off exploring Seattle.
    “So anything in particular you wanted to
see?” he asked.
    “The ocean, I’ve heard it's very different
from California.”
    He nodded. “It is, in California it's blue,
like really blue. here it’s more of a grey and just, well,
different, it’s hard to explain without seeing it.”
    “I would also like to look around the craft
shops and see if I can find something for Quinn for her first
vacation memento.”
    He shook his head at this. “What is it with
you women and commemorating everything?”
    “Dunno, just being able to show her things
that have been collected throughout her life make sense to me; my
mom never really did that with me.”
    “Okay, I can kinda get that, I guess.”
    I watched as he reached over and adjusted the
blanket covering Quinn, and I had to hide a smile. Drake really was
a great guy and would make someone a terrific partner and father.
So why did the thought of some nameless, faceless woman in his life
make me want to scratch her eyes out?
    When we got to Pike Place Market, Drake paid
the cabbie then got out leaving me with getting Quinn and her car
seat out. When I walked around the back of the cab Drake already
had her stroller out and set up waiting her car seat. I don’t know
how he did it that quickly, that thing always took me forever to
figure out but he made it look simple.
    After he had her secured, and readjusted her
blanket again, we were ready to explore. He started pushing Quinn’s
stroller with one hand and held mine with the other, running his
thumb over the back of my hand.
    “Have you eaten yet?” he asked.
    I shook my head no.
    “All right, let’s get some lunch then we can
go from there.”
    “That works for me.”
    We found a small café that had outdoor
seating and waited for the waitress to come take our orders. I took
a deep breath of the salty sea air; I was beginning to truly relax
for the first time in what like forever.
    “So we ever going to talk about what happened
last night?”
    I jerked my head towards him. “Uhm, what
happened last night was a mistake?” I made it sound more like a
question than an actual answer.
    He shook his head. “Uhm, no baby, you kissed
me, that’s not a mistake in my book.”
    “Lapse of judgment?”
    “Nope,” he said popping the p.
    I sighed. “A moment of weakness, Drake;
nothing can happen between us.”
    He sighed. “Why not, Mags? We would be good
together.”
    I shook my head. “We would be a
disaster.”
    “How so?”
    “All we do is fight.”
    “Sexual tension, next.”
    “We don’t really know each other.”
    “I know your favorite color
is pink, though you will never admit it and say green. I know your
favorite band is Deathcab for
Cutie; that you cry during the happy ending
in movies; that you say you don’t believe in marriage but would
have preferred having a kid after being married. I know that you
had a fucked up childhood, would do anything for my sister, and
that we would be great together, baby.”
    He finished then grabbed my hand and kissed
the palm. This man would be the death of me.
    “That doesn’t mean anything, Drake.”
    “You are so damn stubborn.”
    “Am not.”
    “Oh and you have to get the final word in,
and you think you are always right.”
    I shook my head and had to hide a smile.
“Okay, so let’s say all that is true, why would you want someone
with those issues.”
    “Cause, baby, we all have issues, some of us
just hide them better.”
    “Not you, your life is perfect.”
    He scoffed. “Really, that’s how you see my
life?”
    I nodded. “You have your dream job, money in
the