One sleepover led to the next, which led to the next.
Right before Halloween, Charlie grumbled that since he had two beds, he never knew whether he was coming or going.
That kind of applied to Rick and me, too. Were we coming together as a couple? Or were we going along for a fling?
The citizens of Sidetrack had been speculating about us for months now. Were we a couple? Were we just two single guys who liked to have dinner and shoot the s**t? The products we provided the town—baked goods, coffee, bicycles, and motorcycles, among other things like places to gossip and watch everyone—made it tough to be too critical.
We still hadn’t gone on our first real date, or rather the redo of our first date.
With Halloween conveniently on a Saturday this year, we decided the redo should be on Fr
