Chapter 3
“Yup,” I agreed. “You should wait for the kids to get here. Bring them over whenever. The bikes aren’t going anywhere. By the way, I loan them out as well as sell them. But they’ve got to stay in town or on the dirt bike trails outside.”
“Thanks. Good to know.” He took a deep breath and turned to me. “How about going out to dinner with me sometime?”
I stood with my mouth open, ready to say “No problem” about the bikes, but backtracked quickly. No problem? Yeah, okay. No problem.
“I’d, uh.” Where’d the frog in my throat come from? I cleared it away. “I’d like to have dinner with you. Anytime. Just call. Or walk across the square. Or I should shut up. Dinner sounds good.”
We grinned at each other’s sixteen-year-old awkwardness. We were both red faced and hard dicked.
He turned and walked away. He was humming.
I turned to go find Charlie. He’d missed the highlight of my day. I, too, started humming with happiness. 2