Page 57 of Penalty Zone

He sits up, confusion written all over his face.

“There’s not exactly a right time to tell you this, but I’ve been wanting to tell you for a while. I haven’t told many people. Only three, to be exact. This seems as good a time as any for a confession.” I rub my chest, and Mason leans forward, waving his hand for me to get to the point. “I’m bisexual.”

His mouth drops open. “Does Mom know? Is that why…”

I hold up my hands. “Yes, she knows and no, that’s not why. She was young and not ready to be a single mom while I traveled the country following my dream. I didn’t give either of you the attention you deserved.”

“It’s okay, Dad.”

“No, it’s not. In hindsight, I shouldn’t have worked such long hours and done that public speaking tour. You needed me, and I abandoned you.” I’m grateful Mason found a family to provide the love and attention I failed to give him. It doesn’t make up for my neglect, but at least he wasn’t alone.

“That’s harsh. You didn’t abandon me.” His face holds so much pain.

“I’m sorry I didn’t understand.” We sit in silence for a minute, absorbing the enormity of the conversation.

“Why are you telling me now? Are you dating someone?” he asks.

“Would it bother you if I was?” It’s too soon, and I won’t risk my relationship with Caleb or Mason.

“You’re my dad. It would be weird if you were dating either a man or a woman.”

This confuses me. “Your mom dates.”

“Yeah, but she’s Mom. She needs someone in her life because she hates to be on her own. You’re independent. You don’t need anyone, so it would be strange. Not that I would be upset, but it would take some getting used to.”

What’s strange is seeing us through Mason’s eyes. Hearing how he views us brings our flaws to the forefront. I never thought of myself as a loner, but I’ve never sought out a relationship. That takes work I selfishly didn’t want to put in. I don’t like what that says about me.

“There’s a person I’m interested in, and if we become serious, I’ll tell you.” I have to be sure of myself and Caleb before we tell anyone.

“Cool. I’m tired. All this lying around and talking is exhausting.” He lets out a weak laugh. “Anyway, if you ever do date, don’t let me stop you. You deserve to be happy.” He stands, and I follow him to the stairs.

“Thanks, son.” After he reaches the top, I check the fire and turn off all the lights. Mason has a big heart, and I’m cautiously hopeful that if Caleb and I take the next step in our relationship, he’ll understand.

In our room, Caleb’s pretending to be asleep. He gives himself away by the slightest of head turns as I move around the room. I get under my bedcovers, lying on my side to face him, and I’m compelled to lift his mood and express my gratitude. The shade’s wide open, letting in the moonlight and casting the room in a soft glow.

“I don’t deserve your high opinion of me. I was prepared for you to talk about a great save, or a pivotal game, or an inspirational speech I gave. You’re so insightful and see past the surface. Thank you,” I say low and sincere, knowing he’ll understand I’m talking about why he looked up to me as a player.

He opens his eyes and swallows hard. “You’re welcome. I was just being honest.”

“That’s the most incredible part. You turned a day of failure into a day of triumph. I should’ve seen it sooner, but I’d been so sure I’d arrive at the hospital a Cup winner and all the kids would cheer and be awed. In reality, most didn’t know who I was and didn’t care about hockey. They were grateful for my time and attention. If I had learned that lesson back then, my relationship with Mason would be much different.” It’s heartbreaking to be celebrated and adored as a hockey player and be a failure to my family.

Caleb tucks his hands under his head, rolling to mimic my position. “He’s only ever wanted you to be proud of him. He hasn’t complained about you in weeks.”

I bark out a soft laugh. “I don’t think you’re capable of lying. You’re the best and worst thing for my ego,” I say, and watch him blush.

He flops back, staring up at the ceiling. “You must think I’m a total mess after what my mom said.”

When I pause, he groans. “No, not at all, but I’m afraid of saying something you think is insincere.” I continue when he glances at me. “I thoughtlessly made a comment about medication. That is a reflection of my character, not yours. It’s brave to admit you’ve made a mistake and work your hardest to fix it. I’ve never had to give up something I enjoy, and I imagine it’s a struggle you face daily. I admire you.”

Caleb turns his head, and his round eyes slowly blink as if he can’t believe what he’s hearing. “I figured what my mom said would prove you right, and you’d feel vindicated.”

Throwing the covers off, I kneel in the space between the beds. “I wish you could see yourself the way I do. You’re wise beyond your years, but full of enthusiasm and zest for life. When I’m with you, I experience life on an entirely different level and appreciate the small things.” I rest my palm over his heart, and he places both his hands over mine.

My Good Boy is at a loss for words.

“Get some sleep. Big day tomorrow. You can’t be awake or Santa bypasses your house,” I joke.

“Okay.” He rises, and I meet him for a quick kiss that turns needy. Caleb sinks into the mattress, and I climb on top of him, ravishing his mouth. I’m careful not to grind our erections together. This kiss is to show him comfort and acceptance, not lust. Slowing down the pace, I rain kisses across his jaw and over his pulse.

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