Robin opened the screen door beside us. "Get your asses in here before the bugs eat you alive. You can bring those stinky smoke sticks in if you want; I figure the smoke from the fireplace can use the competition. At least as long as you don't try to go 'Clinton' on me with one of those."
I got up and listened to Jack moan. "Damn it! Why'd she have to go and plant that image in my mind?"
We laughed, and squeezed through the front door. Forty eight hours earlier, if he'd brushed against me naked, I probably would have bolted; but now it was natural, and right.
Jill called out to me, "What have you got on tap for us tonight, Alex?"
I went to the cabinet shelf I'd commandeered, and brought down three bottles. "I've got an excellent sipping rum, Cruzan Single Barrel, for those who would li
