Biker's Virgin

"Of course," Roman said.

"Can I bring a guest?"

"Dad doesn't count as a guest," he told her.

"I wasn't talking about dad," she said. I sat up in my seat behind them.

"What? Who is it?"

"Do you remember Casey?" she asked, glancing at me through the rear-view. I did remember Casey. Last time we had talked, the two of them had been on three dates.

"What's going on with you and Casey?"

"Who's Casey?" Roman asked, barely following along.

"Her boyfriend," I teased. She smirked happily to herself. I had never met this guy, but we had talked about him. She had even shown me pictures of him. He was cute.

"You're lucky we have two spare bedrooms," Roman said. I laughed. I wanted to see that. Roman mad-dogging Casey across the dinner table then giving him the spare room downstairs and Tiffany the one upstairs.

"Oh please, Roman," she laughed. "I'm twenty-three, not thirteen."

"Not under my roof. I love you, Tiff. It's the guy I have a problem with."

"You haven't even met him yet," she protested. I sat in the back letting them bicker.

"Where are we going?" I asked after a few minutes.

"Hm?" she asked.

"Where are we going? This isn't the way to our hotel." Roman was silent in the passenger seat.

"No?" he said. I looked at the side of his face; it was all I could see from where I was sitting.

"No, Roman. It's not," I said, a little sarcastically.

"We have a detour to make first," said Tiffany. Detour? I was looking forward to getting to the hotel. I wanted to wash the seven hours of flight off of me and maybe follow that with a couple more hours napping. Not to mention food. I was starving.

"Where to?" I asked. She didn't say anything. I looked out the windows, mentally tracking where we were going. "Tiff?"

"You'll see when we get there," she said, looking at me through the rear-view mirror.

"Rome?" I tried.

"Hm?" he answered. The same innocent, noncommittal sound his sister had made. I sat back in the seat, mostly giving up. The list of places we could be going were limited, anyway. It wasn't like this would be a surprise when we got there unless something major like a new mall or something had gone up. I watched outside the windows as we took the familiar streets.

"What are we doing here?" I asked as Tiffany parked.

I hadn't been here in years, literally. During all the visits we had made back home, we had never come back to the park for a picnic. Back home, at our place in Miami, we had sort of carried the tradition on, taking a basket down to the beach sometimes when it wasn't that windy, but the last time we'd been to our spot was... It had been when we got back together. The weekend before I moved to Miami with Roman. Roman got out of the car and came round the back to open mine. He offered me a hand and helped me out.

"I thought we'd do something special this trip. We're celebrating."

"You didn't want to go to the hotel and drop our stuff off first?" I asked.

"Tiff's waiting for us. It can stay in the car."

"Waiting for us? She's not coming?" I asked as he pulled me to follow him.

"Come on," he said.