Chapter 40
Chapter 40:
“It’s the song. I love it, but it always hits a nerve.” I tried to shrug it off.
Hoping he’d let it go, I turned my attention to the passing traffic and let out a quiet sigh. Davidson seemed to catch the hint and didn’t push. Without another word, he changed the song to something lighter.
“I figured we could use something with a little more energy. No reason to get melancholic on the drive,” he joked.
“You’re right,” I said, laughing.
“I’m glad we’re both in the mood for good vibes,” he murmured, laughing with me.
Coney Island was only a short drive away, a place that had always felt separate from the rest of the city. The trip went quickly, and soon the sights and sounds of the park came into view. I hadn’t been in years—probably not since my teens.
“This place looks different now. My dad used to bring me here almost every weekend for what he called our ‘guy time.’ No girls allowed,” Davidson said, laughing at the memory.
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There was no missing how much he missed those days with his father. His eyes softened every time he talked about him.
“It’s still amazing,” I said, smiling as I looked around.
“Alright, first stop is coffee. Then we’ll see what kind of trouble we can find,” he suggested with a grin.
“Deal. But I want a picture in front of that,” I said, excitement rising as I pointed at the Cyclone.
“No way I’m getting on that ride,” Davidson stammered, sounding firm.
“Oh, come on. Don’t tell me fearless Davidson is scared of a little roller coaster,” I teased, smiling at him.
“That’s exactly what I’m saying, actually. And don’t tell anyone. Nobody else needs to know.” He laughed.
“Fine. I’ll go alone and prove how brave I am,” I said, lifting my chin in mock pride.
“Not happening. I’m not letting you get on by yourself. Watching you from a distance would stress me out too much,” he said, not joking at all.
Was he serious? Was he really trying to play the protective-male card? I gave him a look, brows furrowing, and planted a hand firmly on my hip as I stared him down.
“And what? Now you have to look after me?” I laughed, letting my amusement show.
“Trust me, it’s safer if you don’t get on that ride. I swear I’d probably have a heart attack just watching you,” he said, a trace of panic slipping into his voice.
“You can always look the other way,” I replied with a shrug, laughing.
A stern look crossed his face, though I caught the hint of a smile at his mouth.
“That’s not an option. I’ll just have to keep you so distracted you forget all about it,” he said, sounding far too pleased with himself.