Page 52 of Keg's Revelation

“A little. It would’ve been better if I’d had underwear to put on.”

He handed over the coffee. “You could’ve put a pair of my boxers on.”

“I think I can survive until I get home.”

“You sure you don’t mind me hanging around today?”

“I know you are excited to give Ry the bike. Just be prepared because your day will be spent teaching him to ride. And, Reed?”

“I won’t let him get hurt, Raven. Trust me?”

“Yes. But I’ll just stay in the house anyway and help Gran. I’m not sure I can watch.” I walked out of the bedroom and into the kitchen and placed the coffee cup in the sink. “Ready when you are.”

“I already hooked the trailer to the truck and pulled it out of the garage. We can go out the front.”

“Okay.”

After walking out of the house, we got in the truck and were on our way.

“I can’t do what we did last night again,” I said, turning to face Reed.

He glanced in my direction and back to the road. “Ever?”

I chuckled. “You know what I mean. I can’t leave the kids with Gran and Gramps to have sex with you. It will confuse the kids. And I don’t want what this is,” I waved my hand between him and me, “between us, messing anything up between you and Ry.”

“I don’t want that either, Rav, but we are allowed to take some time for ourselves to explore this. And Ry and I will be fine.”

“Okay, but what time are you suggesting, Reed? You have club business, I work, and you spend the afternoon and evening with Ry, which needs to stay that way. So I’m not seeing much free time for us to sneak a few minutes.”

“First off, woman, you wound me—a few minutes? It takes that long to heat you up.”

I reached over and smacked his leg. “Stop it, this is serious.”

Reed sighed, then said, “I know, Rav. I’m flexible with time unless I have to attend a meeting, so what about you?”

“We close the clinic for an hour and a half for lunch from twelve to one thirty. It closes at five, but sometimes we go over if we get backed up during the day. So, I am left with evenings. And that’s your time with Ry.”

“We can work with that. Lunchtime rendezvous and the occasional dinner date with no sleeping over.”

We turned and started up the driveway to my grandparents’ house. “Awesome, we reverted back to teenagers.”

Reed chuckled. “Yes, but this time around we have a place where we can be alone and have no worry that someone could be walking in at any time.”

“Fine, when do you want to start to have our secret little meetings?”

“Monday. I’ll meet you at my house at twelve,” he said and parked the truck on the side of the garage out of the way with the trailer hitched.

We got out of the truck, and I heard the front door open. Ry stepped out of the house, followed by Gran, Gramps, and Reagan. Ry’s eye went to Reed as he dropped the gate on the trailer.

Reed had strapped down a tarp over the bike, and unless someone looked closely, they wouldn’t be able to tell what kind of bike, just that it was one.

“Why you pulling your bike? Is it broken down?” Ry asked as he walked toward Reed.

“No, bike’s good. Help me pull this thing off, buddy,” Reed said, and Ry jumped up in the trailer.

“You and Mom going riding today?”

I stood there watching father and son work together to unmask the bike. When Ry asked if Reed was taking me riding, I smiled because Ry was more interested in why the bike was on the trailer than why his mother stayed out all night.

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