Biker's Virgin

“Five times?” I said. “We’ll have to go there next time we go swimming, and you can show me.”

“Can I show Grandpa the tree I want to have the zipline on?” Declan asked.

“Yeah, of course.”

“A zipline, eh?” my dad said.

“Well, yeah...first, we need to do the treehouse.” I’d had my own treehouse when I’d been a kid and had always envisioned building one for Declan, though I just hadn’t gotten around to it yet.

“I might be able to help with that,” Dad said.

“You could help build a treehouse? You know how?” Declan said, his eyes wide.

“Your grandfather’s very good at that sort of thing,” I said. “He built me a really great treehouse when I was a kid. I’ll have to show you a picture some time.”

When Declan and my father went to inspect the tree, my mother lingered on the deck, looking at me, as though she was expecting me to tell her something.

“Allie and I have gotten back together,” I said.

“You have?” my mother asked, a smile on her face. “Oh, that’s wonderful! I’m so happy to hear that. I kind of had a feeling that would happen. And then... Declan had mentioned that she had stayed over here the other night. He’s so happy that you guys are back together.”

“I am, too. I’d been planning to talk with her, but she actually came over to talk to me the other night. And... I might as well tell you this, too...she knows.”

My mother’s eyes widened. “She knows? You mean...about Declan?”

“Yes, about Declan.”

“Did you tell her?”

“No.”

“Then how does she know?”

“Ben told her.”

“He did? Why would he do something like that?”

“He wanted her to understand, I think.”

My mother shook her head. “It’s no business of his.”

“She’s not going to tell anyone,” I said. “She’s not going to tell Declan.”

My mother was quiet for a moment, her lips pressed together into a thin line. “That’s good. I hope she wouldn’t. But you don’t know if she might tell someone else, who will tell someone else...that’s how it gets started, and then suddenly, the whole town knows. Is that what you want? Do you want Declan to find out because some kid goes up to him on the playground someday and tells him?”

“Of course not,” I said. “And I don’t think that’s going to happen. But if Allie and I are going to be in a relationship, then I want to be completely honest with her. I probably wouldn’t have told her this soon, but it would’ve come up. If the roles were reversed, I would want to know this about her.”

“I am happy to hear that you guys are going to try to work things out,” my mother said.

I only nodded; I decided not to elaborate that there was really nothing to “work out” between us, as if we had some major conflict that we needed to resolve. If that were the case, I wouldn’t have told her about Declan to begin with.

Chapter Thirty-Three

Allie

I wasn’t going over to Cole’s house every single night after work, but it was pretty close. We’d all do something together outside—go for a swim, take a bike ride, play Frisbee in the backyard—and then we’d have dinner, either out somewhere or back at Cole’s place. And then we’d hang out some more, Declan would get ready for bed, and Cole and I would usually sit out on the deck and drink a beer, or relax in the hammock under the star-filled sky.

Tonight, we were sitting on the deck. I had almost finished my beer when Cole stood up and asked me if I wanted another one.