Dr. Daddy's Virgin

Declan then ran over to his backyard and retrieved a Frisbee, which we played for a while, and then he said he was hungry.

My resolve with Cole was definitely wavering, which was becoming all the more apparent to me the more we hung out. What, exactly, had my plan been? I tried to dredge up the conversation that Declan had with me when he first told me about the bet. I tried to imagine the two of them sitting there, making that fucking ridiculous bet in the first place. Talking about me like I was some sort of conquest, something to be won or lost, not actually even a person. And yeah, there was a little flare of anger, but it was hard to be keep it fanned because I knew that’s not how Cole really was.

“I suppose that means I should get the grill started then,” I said.

Cole grinned. “You need any help?”

“Is it that obvious I’m a complete amateur?”

“Well... I did notice the propane tank isn’t hooked up yet.”

“Okay,” I said, laughing. “You got me. I’ve only ever been to other cookouts; I’ve never actually hosted them. Maybe you could get that hooked up, and Declan, you can come inside and help me bring some of the stuff out?”

Declan followed me inside, and I gave him the bags of hamburger and hot dogs buns to carry outside. I took the plate of hamburgers and the bag of hot dogs I’d gotten from the deli and brought them out, then I went back in and got the pasta salad. Cole had the propane tank all hooked up and the grill started.

“Getting this thing nice and hot for ya,” Cole said. “Do you have any grill spray?”

“Uh... no. Is that a requirement?”

“Not required; the stuff might stick a little more. Or maybe not. The hot dogs won’t.”

I interlaced my fingers and stretched my arms out straight. “All right, all right,” I said. “Stand back, everyone. I am about to impress you all with my grill skills.”

“Master griller and a poet,” Cole said, nudging Declan. “Let’s watch and learn.”

I took a deep breath. I could do this—all that was really required was put the burgers and the dogs on the grill, let them cook on one side, flip them over, let them finish on the other, and voila! Right? Now, though, with Cole and Declan right there watching, I felt a little wave of nervousness, like I was going to somehow mess this up.

I took the plastic wrap off the burgers and placed them down on the grill, the meat sizzling.

“Can I have a hamburger and a hot dog?” Declan asked.

Cole looked at him. “You think you can eat that much?”

“I can.”

“I better do a good job on these, then,” I said. I was less concerned about the hot dogs; they were already cooked through, it was just a matter of making sure they didn’t get too charred.

“Surprise!”

I froze, spatula poised above the grill. It was my mother, and behind her, was Bill.

“I never heard back from you, so we just decided to take the chance and drive up here and see if you were home! Which you are, apparently.”

“I kind of had plans,” I said tightly. I glanced over at Cole, who was looking at them curiously. “And I don’t even know where my phone is.”

“That’s silly of you. What if there was some sort of emergency and someone needed to get in touch with you? You should have your phone on you.”

I tried not to roll my eyes. “Okay,” I said. “So, you’re here. Yeah. Surprise.”

“So nice to see you again,” my mother said, going over to Cole. “And you too,” she said, looking at Declan. “This is my husband, Bill.”

“Nice to meet you,” Bill said, shaking Cole’s hand. He smiled at Declan. “And how old are you?”

I tried to tune him out. It felt like my shoulders were up to my ears, and I took a deep breath. Was this really fucking happening? Had she really just driven all the way up here with him, without even talking to me first? What if I hadn’t been here? What if I had gone away for the weekend or something? I knew the answer to that already, though—if I hadn’t been home when she got up here, she would’ve looked online and found the fanciest restaurant in the area and had Bill take her out there.

“What are you making?” my mother asked. “I didn’t know you knew how to grill.”

“I do know how to cook, Mom,” I said.