Biker's Virgin

“She was worried.”

“She doesn’t need to be.”

“Oh really?” he said as he lay down next to me. “Because it seems to me like you’re depressed about something.”

“I’m not,” I lied. “I’m just broody.”

“Broody?”

“That’s right,” I nodded. “A period of mourning is customary after you’ve lost your job.”

“Except you didn’t lose your job,” Jason pointed out. “According to Mom, you quit.”

“What has she told you?”

“That’s basically it,” he said. “She told me you arrived yesterday without warning with all your bags. You refused to eat anything and refused to talk about anything except to say that you quit and were home for good.”

I sighed. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Too bad,” he said unsympathetically. “Cause we’re going to talk about it.”

“No thanks.”

“Okay then, I guess I’ll have to call Tristan.”

Jason reached for his phone, and I groaned and smacked it out of his hand. “Fine, fine,” I said, in frustration. “I’ll tell you what happened.”

“Excellent,” he said triumphantly.

“But you have to promise me one thing.”

“Which is what?”

“Don’t give me a hard time about this, okay?”

He frowned. “Oh boy…”

“It’s not anything terrible,” I rushed to tell him. “It was just…poor judgment on my part.”

He raised his eyebrows. “This would all make a lot more sense to me if I knew what you were talking about.”

“Right,” I said, biting my lip. “Well… I just want to start off by saying I loved the job. The people were great, and the interaction I had with the staff was… Well, let’s just say I made some friends.”

“Okay, so you obviously didn’t quit because you hated the work.”

“No.”

“Has this got anything to do with Tristan?” he surmised.

I stayed silent, and that gave Jason his answer. “I see,” he nodded. “Well, if you’re worried I’m going to take Tristan’s side over yours, then you have nothing to worry about it. He may be my closest friend, but you’re my sister.”

I smiled and gave Jason a kiss on the cheek. “You’re a good big brother.”

“Stop stalling.”

I gave him a small smile, and then I sat up in bed and Jason mirrored my movements. “I should preface this conversation by making a confession.”

“Okay?”