Indefinite (Salvation #6)(62)

“Ash?”

Very slowly, I raise my head and look at him through my lashes before our eyes are fully engaged. “I’m sorry. I was being selfish wanting to give you a little part of my past. You see, if we had gone to school together, I’m one hundred percent sure it would’ve been us eating a cheesesteak and not my ex-boyfriend.”

His hands tense. Yeah, he’s done for. The one thing that Quinn can’t handle is me thinking about another man, even if said event happened before his time. “If it means that much . . .”

“No, no,” I say quickly. “There’s so much that I did here, and I wanted to have you be the man who erased the old memories and replaced them with new ones.”

“Memories?”

“Yeah, I mean, my ex-boyfriend in high school used to bring me here for a cheesesteak and then we’d ride the rides, get cotton candy, and he’d play a game until he won something.” Which he never did because he was cheap, but I don’t tell him that.

“Oh.”

“Yeah, and then in college, this guy I was seeing would bring me here on the weekends sometimes, and we would get an ice cream waffle. I just . . . I want to have that with you.” He seems to be at a loss, and I use this moment to go for the kill. “I’m sorry, Quinn. I just love you.”

“Don’t be sorry. I didn’t know, and I would erase your entire past if I could, sweetheart.” He leans forward, bringing his lips to mine.

“Come on, let’s go get that cheesesteak.”

Life with him is going to be so fun if I get my way this easily.





“You are not riding a damn roller coaster. I don’t give a shit what memories you have on it, you’re pregnant.”

As if I didn’t know that. “I didn’t say I wanted to. I was explaining that it had sentimental value.”

Quinn’s posture relaxes now that he sees he won’t have to fight me. Our day has been the best. I’m so glad I coerced him into bringing me here and away from work, where he’s still spying for two idiots named Mark and Jackson.

“Can we at least ride the carousel?” He looks like he’s ready to throw himself off the pier. “Please,” I whine.

“I’m totally getting a blow job tonight.”

I’ll agree to anything if I can stay here a little longer. “Fine.”

“I don’t believe you.”

I shrug. “Let me ride the pony, and then I’ll ride you.”

He groans, his head falling back. “If you take one photo of this, I swear . . .”

Oh, the temptation is strong with that one. How much fun would it be for the guys to see him straddling a freaking plastic horse? The blackmail that I would be in possession of is almost worth it. However, he’s given me the best day ever.

Everything I wanted to do, we’ve done. Games, the arcade, the food—hell, even walking on the boardwalk with him was the best.

Almost as good as our date in New York. The only reason it doesn’t top that is because that was our first real date, and it will always be my favorite.

This is a very close second.

“I promise no photos. I have this entire day cataloged in my head.”

Quinn’s lips touch my forehead. “Then let’s go make sure you never forget it.”

We get our tickets to ride and get on right away. It’s a little later in the season, and since it’s a weekday, it’s not nearly as crammed. “I want the one with pink hair.”

He runs his hand down his face. “And here I thought you might try to emasculate me and make me take it.”

“I would never. You can ride the black stallion.”

“Yes, that makes it all better.”

I ignore his comment and climb up. “This is so great!”

Quinn getting on the horse is pure comedy. He’s big and the seat isn’t so he’s sitting half ass on and half on the back.

Do not take a photo, Ashton.

I swear I will be a grown-up.

“You know, this carousel has been around since like 1930.”

“They must’ve been smaller men back then,” he notes.

Before either of us can say more, the ride begins. Slowly, we turn, the horse going up and down gracefully. I hold on to the pole and look up, watching the mechanisms go before I close my eyes and smile.

When I pull myself back, I look to the man I love. He’s sitting there, staring at me with the strangest expression. “What?”

“You.”

“Me?”

Quinn nods. “You’re beautiful, and when you were holding on, head back, and smiling . . . it took my breath away.”

Now it’s my turn to struggle to breathe.

His hand extends, and I don’t hesitate placing mine in his. We ride for the rest of the time with our fingers intertwined, enjoying the moment.

The ride stops, Quinn dismounts and comes to help me off. We stand there, facing each other, and my heart races. I don’t know why, but I feel as though everything has changed in this last few moments.

“Thank you,” I say as my hand lifts to touch his cheek.

“No, my sweet fragolina. Thank you. I don’t know what I would do if we never had a day like this.”

“Me either, and I’m glad we never have to know.”