Page 44 of Simply Irresistible
Tyler sighed. “Can’t we just go to bed?”
“No,” I insisted. “Tell me, tell me, tell me.”
“Winston.”
“Ha!” I barked out, then I contained myself. “Is it a family name?” I asked, knowing if it was, it could be a sensitive thing for him.
He groaned. “No, it’s not a family name.”
“Oh...well, it’s nice. Very rich sounding. Winston,” I tried it out. “Tyler Winston Scott. Not bad. You kind of sound important.”
“Yeah, yeah. Now can we go to bed?”
“Is there something you’re not telling me?”
“No.”
“Tyler.”
“There’s not.”
“Should I call Hannah?”
“You don’t have her number.”
“Actually, I do.” I sat up and reached to retrieve my cell phone.
“I was named after the city where I was conceived.”
“Winston?”
“Winston-Salem. My parents spared me the embarrassment by removing the Salem.”
“What’s Hannah’s middle name?”
“Madison.”
“Wisconsin?”
“Our parents traveled a lot.”
“Random places…” I said, staring up at the dark ceiling.
“Yeah. Could’ve been worse, I suppose.”
“How?”
“Could have been conceived here in New York.”
“Ahh,” I could see why that would be weird. “But maybe then you guys would have had other middle names. Like maybe they would have thought, ‘We can’t name the kids ‘Tyler New York City’ or ‘Hannah Bronx,’ and went with something like Anne and Robert.”
“Tyler Robert Scott,” he tried it out.
“I think I like Winston better.”
“Me too,” he agreed.
“What were your parents’ names?”
