My parents were eager for me to find someone to be with, that perfect match made in heaven which I knew did not actually exist. They were still hoping for some sort of storybook relationship, but after everything that had happened, I had zero interest in that at all. I would be perfectly happy with casually seeing someone, or a couple someones, when and if I ever had the time to do that sort of thing again.
“I really don’t need you guys to try and set me up on any
dates or anything like that,” I said.
“I think it’s just a matter of you meeting the right person,” my mother said. “I know she must be out there somewhere.”
“But I’m not looking for her. And I don’t happen to believe that.”
The problem with my parents was that they met in high school, fell in love, and got married right after they graduated. And all these years later, they were still together. It gave them a warped view of things, at least where love was concerned. It had been so easy for them they assumed it should be just as easy for anyone else, or, if not just as easy, then only a little bit harder. I just didn’t think like that, though. Marissa did, and a lot of good that had done her.
That night, Declan was ready to go to bed before the sun had even set completely, so his room was awash in a deep orange glow as I tucked him in.
“You have a good day?” I asked.
He nodded sleepily. “I like getting to see Gram and Grampi.”
“I know, bud. They really like getting to hang out with you, too.”
“I told them about Miss Allie.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah. How she lives next to us and she’s my teacher. No one else in school has a teacher who lives next to them, you know.”
“That is pretty special.”
His eyelids drooped closed, so I leaned over and gave him a kiss on the forehead. “Sleep tight,” I said. “I’ll check on you a little later.”
I quietly walked out of the room, pulling the door shut behind me. I went down to the kitchen to clean up from dinner; chances were good that Ben would be stopping by, probably with several cans of high test beer.
I was out in the backyard when I heard him come in through the side door. I hurried back inside to tell him to be quiet so he wouldn’t wake up Declan.
“Shit, sorry,” he said. I could tell he’d already had a few beers, probably after he’d finished up at the shop.
We sat out on the deck, and he cracked one of the beers open for me.
“You know, it’s going to be a really long summer if I have to keep coming over here and seeing that neighbor of yours, especially if she starts laying out in a bikini or something,” Ben said.
“I’m sorry it didn’t work out for you when you went over there and propositioned her.”
He sighed. “She doesn’t seem like she’s interested in any guy.”
I snorted. “Just because she turned you down doesn’t mean she’s not interested in anyone.”
“Oh yeah? You think you can get with her?”
I thought back to the day I did her pap smear, the way her thighs had trembled slightly when I touched her, the way her nipples had hardened when I pressed my fingers against her.
“Yeah,” I said. “I do.”
He grinned. “Cocky Cole. A friendly gentleman’s bet, then?”
“Gentleman’s bet? With you?”
“I know, I know, I ain’t no gentleman. Just a regular old bet, then.”
“What on earth could you possibly have to bet that I would want?”