Biker's Virgin

Molly offered up her fingers for inspection, and Mom looked at me with obvious admiration. “You picked the ring yourself?”

“I did,” I nodded. “Do you approve?”

The ring comprised of sparkling round diamonds arranged into a perfect ball atop the sphere. “I most definitely approve,” she nodded. “When are you two thinking of having the wedding?”

Molly glanced at me. “We haven’t spoken about dates yet,” she said. “But we discussed a June wedding next year.”

“In Hawaii.”

“Of course,” I nodded. “It doesn’t make sense to get married anywhere else. It’ll have to be a beach wedding, too.”

“A beach wedding,” she repeated. She didn’t sound very happy about the idea, and Molly and I tried to suppress our laughter.

Mom was still peppering Molly with questions when I spied Jason enter the lounge out of the corner of my eye. Giving Molly a kiss on the forehead, I excused myself and walked up to him.

“Hi, brother-in-law,” I said.

Jason laughed. “That’s right, we’re going to be related now,” he said, as he leaned in gave me a short hug.

“Pretty much,” I nodded. “Pretty weird, huh?”

“Weird is one way to describe it,” he nodded. “I can’t quite believe it…you and Molly. I’ve had a few months to wrap my head around the two of you as a couple and it’s still strange to think about.”

“I’m sorry for not telling you myself,” I said, giving the apology that I’d been rehearsing for months now.

Jason smiled. “I’ll forgive you on one condition,” he said.

“Shoot.”

“Don’t you ever hurt my sister,” he said. “Because that is something I will never forgive.”

“I wouldn’t have asked her to marry me if I’d thought there was any chance of that happening,” I assured him. “I made a mistake months ago and it made me realize how much I love her and how I will never do anything to screw up what we have.”

He looked at me carefully and nodded. “You love her?”

“More than you will ever know.”

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Of course.”

“How long have you had feelings for her?”

“Uh…if I tell you, will you promise not to punch me in the face?”

He cringed. “Since she was fourteen?”

“God, no,” I said quickly. “She was sixteen when I started…seeing her differently. But I promise nothing ever happened between us until she was older.”

“How much older?”

“Eighteen,” I said. “And it was only a kiss.”

“Huh.”

“What?”

“Molly never mentioned anything about a kiss to me.”