Changing Beats (Book 1)

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Chapter Eighteen


With Asher in the clear, we decided to head back to my place. It was just Cortney and I in my car and the guys followed behind.

No one wanted to be alone, while Asher healed from this and it made us all melancholy for the past.

We’d probably hang out and watch some old videos for the next couple days and I knew Cortney would be bored, but I couldn’t be without her right now.

“We leave for a three-month tour in a couple months.” I told her.

She gave a slow nod but said nothing. She just sat back and watched the world speed by.

“We’ll still be in the U.S., so I can fly back for a night or two here and there, if you want,” I kept talking, waiting for anything, “But I would prefer you come with us.”

“Go with you?” Her brow furrowed, but she still didn’t look at me, “Wouldn’t I just be in the way?”

“I honestly think that you might be more of a help.” I grabbed her hand in mine, “I don’t know what you said to Asher but, whatever it was, I saw some of the old him coming back today. Just for a little bit, but it was there. The joking and banter. He was lighter somehow. He was actually talking to us about his music again. He hasn’t done that in years. It was different than his normal, ‘Just find a beat for this.’ And ‘Hit it like I tell you to.’ It was great.”

“I think he just needed to get some stuff off his chest and I was there. I was someone who wouldn’t pick sides or judge him. I was just someone there to listen,” she said softly.

“You have a way with people, Cortney.”

“I know,” she sighed, “That’s why I think that I have finally found my calling.”

“What’s that?”

“I’m going to finish my medical degree,” she smiled sadly, leaning her head on the headrest, “I’m going to get my PhD in psychology.”

“Seriously?” I smiled back at her, “That’s frickin’ awesome!”

“You think so?” She eyed me, “You don’t worry that I might try to psycho-analyze you?”

“No,” I shrugged, “Hell, I probably need it anyway.”

“I’m surprised you’re okay with it.”

“I am,” I laughed, “Plus, it’ll get you out of the ER.”

“It will,” She looked at her lap and continued, “I’ll have to go back to school. I can go somewhere in the area. There are plenty of colleges and universities around here. I can spend time with you when you come back from touring. You’ll be around on holidays too, right?”

“Woah,” that caught me off guard, “I go where you go.”

“Jason,” she smiled up at me now, “But I don’t want to be in a dorm and I’ll have to dip into my trust money if I leave my job, so it’ll take a while. I’m staying here.”

“Wait!” I snapped, “You’ve got this all worked out, but what about me? If your working and going to school we won’t have or time together.”

“I’ll make time for you.” She giggled, eyeing me playfully.

She went into defensive mode, “I don’t have much left to go, only one year, maybe two.”

“No,” I cut her off, “You shouldn’t have to work and go to school.”

“I’m not dipping into my trust, Jason.” She sighed, “I need to work. No work, no home.”

“Move in with me.” I shrugged.

When I looked at her again she was gaping at me.

“What?” I shrugged.

“My parents would flip!”

“Why would they flip?”

“Because they would have to tell all of their “friends” that their flighty daughter moved in with a musician and that they are living together in sin.” Her eyes bugged out in mocking horror before she laughed.

“Marry me then,” I had no idea where it came from, but I meant it.

She laughed.

“Marry me, Cortney.” I looked right at her and her laughter faded.

“You can’t marry me, Jason,” she was shaking her head.

“Why not?”

“Gee, I don’t know, maybe because you don’t even know me.” The sarcasm was deep.

“I don’t have to.” I shrugged.

“Jason, you do understand that we have time, right?” She shot back, “We have the rest of our lives to get to know each other.

“If there’s anything I know, Cortney, is that life is not guaranteed. Tomorrow is not guaranteed.” I sighed. “I’m falling in love with you. I might even already be in love with you.”

“You love me?”

“Yes.” I gave a firm nod, “I’m not the brightest guy, or high society, but I know that I’ve never felt this way about anyone and I’ve never been in love. Until now.”

“I love you too, but to get married to someone they barely know is insane!” she snapped.

“Our case is different,” I shrugged, “So, what do you say you?”

“This is a crazy idea you know that, right?” Her voice was shrill.

“I do,” I gave a nod.

“What if it doesn’t work out?”

“Then you can psychoanalyze the hell out of me and our relationship.” I chuckled.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see her examining me.

“Fine.” She smiled. “I say yes.”

I slammed the breaks and Nick’s car almost enelded up in my ass end as he began honking and shouting.


“Yes,” She smiled.

I grabbed her face and pulled her in for a kiss.

“What the fuck is your problem?!” Nick was at my window shouting, “You could have wrecked my fucking Mercedes!”

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