Hell's Angel: Devil's Backbone (BK 2)

Like, Romantically

Dani's POV
(Nightwing27th)

We'd ordered take out and hid at Matt's. Mainly we were hiding from life in general, but I think we each had a different reason for wanting to pretend none of it existed. These days, his place was where we went when we needed to get away. My place would be fine. Normally. But with Chase always hanging around and Lizzie starting to talk and using furniture to stand, she needs constant watch. None of that screams romantic night.

And, for a little while there, we weren't getting to spend any time together without a kid present. So, Mary suggested a Date Night. A special night set aside for us. At first, I thought it was stupid. Then I found out that it worked. Of course, we always try to do it on a certain day of the week and end up doing it a day or two later, for whatever reason. But we still do it and that's what matters.

We had just finished diner and were sitting on the floor between the coffee table and couch. "So," I said, tossing a napkin on the table. "We need to talk."

"Oh. Should I be scared?" he joked. His arm was draped on the couch, wrapping behind me. "Don't know," I teased. "No, I wanted to...set the record straight. I think we probably both have some things we're not being completely honest about. And, I'm saying this because I know I'm guilty. I don't know about you. I'm not spying on you or anything."

He cocked his jaw to the side and froze. "Okay, I get it."

"I just...we said no secrets, and I'm trying very hard. But I was trained to keep secrets, okay? My life literally depended on it," I chuckled.

He looked serious. "I know," he nodded.

"And...about what I said to Frank at the cemetery..." I trailed off. I wasn't quite sure how to say it.

"No, it's okay. I understand why you would open up to him, like that. You both went through some of the same things. It seems only natural to me that you'd wanted to talk about it with him."

"Yeah, but I didn't even tell you."

"I'm sure, twenty years from now, there will still be things I don't know about you. But I know how hard all of that was, so I wasn't going to pry. I was waiting till you came to me with it."

I nodded, thinking. "I have two secrets that Alison's making me keep. One of which she'd kill me if I told you," I said. No pun intended on the kill part. He chuckled. "But, considering everything...it's fine if I share the other one." I sighed and glanced around. "As you know, Alison knows Frank from the café."

He nodded. "Right."

"But, what you don't know...is that she's involved with him," I looked at Matt. He didn't seem to get it. "Like, romantically." I said it cautiously. He clenched his jaw and I knew he was mad. "Don't be mad."

"I'm not mad."

"Yes, you are. You're doing that thing you do when you're mad."

"I'm not mad," he chuckled. "I'm just...concerned for her safety. What was she thinking? How long have you known?"

"Since the roof top. When she came to me." He clenched his jaw again. "But, you'll be happy to know that Mary knew longer than any of us."

"Why didn't she say anything?"

"Alison made her promise not to." I shrugged. "But it wouldn't have mattered. Mary's a hopeless romantic. She'd do anything to make sure the love birds ended up together in the end." I sighed and so did he. We both looked out into the room. I looked down and picked at the hem of my shirt. "I have one more thing I need to tell you." My voice had dropped, sounding serious. "It's about my conversation with Ben?"