Finding Abigail by Carrie Ann Ryan

Valentine’s Day. I’m going crazy enough. But when Aeneas took you…” He shuddered and placed his palm on the top of her hand. “I felt as though I’d lost something I hadn’t even realized I had. That bastard is sick, baby. I still don’t know why exactly he hates the cupids.”
    “He said it was because Cupid had taken something away from him. But I don’t know what. Maybe there’s something we can look up. Cupid was a legend or god or whatever, right?”
    “It depends on the mythology, but yeah. I haven’t really looked into what being a cupid meant, even though I should have. I’ve been hiding what it meant to be one this whole time.”
    “So, you’ve known what you were for a while then?”
    “I’ve known since I was a kid, but I haven’t had to deal with the whole cupid thing until now. This was the first year I’ve had the arrows and had to deal with the physical connection I feel when I see someone who could love another. I’m still so new to it, and it’s kind of weird.”
    Abby smiled. “So, you shoot people with arrows, sheriff?”
    Tyler grinned. “Yes, though they can’t see them. I’m still trying not to look like an idiot hiding behind a bush or something so people can’t see me playing with thin air.”
    Abby laughed, the warm feeling spreading through her. She’d be okay; she’d figure it out. Plus, she had Tyler by her side now to help. Well, for as long as he wanted her. She couldn’t get rid of the feeling that, even if it weren’t a dream, he’d find someone better. There were so many women who wanted him, and she was “just Abby.”
    “Hey, what’s that look for?”
    “Nothing,” she lied.
    “Are you still doubting me?”
    “How can you read my mind? Is it a cupid thing?”
    “No, it’s a me thing.” He cupped her cheek. “I know you don’t have any reason to believe me, and I know it’s my fault, but I’ll prove it to you. I don’t want anyone else, Abby.”
    He leaned down and brushed his lips across hers. He tasted of coffee and candy, sweet and goodness. His lips were firm, yet soft, sinful.
    Oh, my God, I’m kissing Tyler Cooper .
    Yes! The want-to-be cheerleader in her was shaking her pom-poms and squealing.
    She opened her lips and let his tongue dance with hers. She moaned into him, and he pulled back, his gaze heated.
    “I’ve wanted to do that forever, though I didn’t know it.”
    She nodded, unable to speak.
    “I’m going to do it again soon. Just warning you,” he said as he brushed his thumb along her cheek.
    She swallowed hard, trying not to think about that because her body was heated enough. “So, do you wear tights when you’re on your cupid adventures?”
    Tyler threw his head back and laughed. “Hell, no. Thankfully, we don’t have a uniform. Just the arrows, bows, and quiver.”
    “I would have paid to see that,” she teased.
    Tyler shook then shifted so he could lie on the couch, bringing Abby with him. She leaned into his hold and inhaled that crisp scent that was just Tyler.
    “Sorry to move you. I just wanted to hold you. Okay?”
    Hell, yeah, it was better than okay, but she wasn’t about to tell him that. She merely nodded while leaning harder into him.
    She turned in his arms and he gasped.
    “What?”
    “Let me check your back, okay, baby?”
    Fear slid through her. “Why?”
    “I just need to check something,” he said, his voice calm.
    She turned in his arms and let him pull up her shirt slightly. She blushed at the thought of what he would be seeing even as nervousness ate at her.
    “Well, that’s new,” he whispered.
    “What? Oh, my God. What’s wrong with me?”
    “You have baby wings back here,” he said as he shifted. 
    She felt his finger trace along something that felt like a curve on her back and she blushed with pleasure. 
    “I have wings?” she squeaked.
    “They’re tiny little harpy wings. I don’t think you’ll be able to fly with them, but they’re there.”
    “I don’t want