He gave me a nonchalant shrug. “Figured it was time.”
I moved to get inside before I stopped. “Wait. Did you get rid of the bike?”
I was surprised at how sad I was at the idea. I loved riding on the back of Frank’s motorcycle. There was nothing like the feel of the air whipping around you from every direction. It was exhilarating and a little scary, but I always felt safe holding on to him.
“No way. I love that bike. It’s just not always practical.”
Thank goodness.
“Oh. Okay.” I sank into the soft leather, inhaling deeply as he folded his long body into the driver’s seat. “It smells amazing in here.”
“Love that new-car smell.” Frank grinned and placed his hand on my knee. “Ready?” He pressed a button and the car purred to life, vibrating gently underneath me.
“Where are we going?”
“Don’t freak out,” he said, giving me a wary look.
“What is it?”
“My parents.”
“What about them?”
“I want you to meet them?”
The fact that he’d phrased it like a question made me smile before I started freaking out. “I’d love to meet them. But where are we going? I’m wearing jeans, Frank!”
He laughed. “I’m wearing jeans too.”
“Yeah, but you could make a garbage bag look good.”
“So could you.” He reached for my hand and kissed my knuckles. “We’re going to that Mexican restaurant around the corner from Sam’s.”
“The one with the seventy different kinds of tequila?” I said, thinking of their ad.
“That’s the one. My mom really wants to meet you.”
“You could have warned me.” I narrowed my eyes at him in mock anger.
“It honestly came up last minute. My parents aren’t usually out this way, but Mom called right before I was heading out to pick you up. I couldn’t tell her no. Plus, I really want you to meet them.” His expression was so sincere, his tone so excited, that I couldn’t help but be excited too.
“So date three is now meeting the parents.” I gave him a somewhat disappointed look. “The ultimate cock block.”
“Ha! Date three is dinner with the parents, then dessert at Frank’s.” He gave me a sweet smile before pulling onto the road.
“I really get to come over?”
“That’s what I was planning before my mom called.”
I clapped my hands like an excited child because I was more than ready to see where my boyfriend lived. Even if said place used to be shared with another woman. I could handle that because I was an adult, and adults did things like live with their girlfriends and break up with them too.
Then a horrible thought occurred to me.
“What do your parents know about me? Do they think I broke you and Shelby up?”
“No, no. They don’t think that at all. No one thinks that.”
“Are you sure?”