Watching doesn't mean wanting. What I wanted would be crossing a huge line. I had to be sure.
Mom was gone when I got out of the shower. I dressed and joined them all on the covered porch by the pool.
The margarita machine whirred away, and everybody was one drink ahead of me. Mom reported that the garage had called, and the truck would be ready the next afternoon at the close of business.
Melody sipped her drink. "Well, good news for you, bad for us. You have been perfect guests and have made our dull life here just a little bit more exciting."
I responded to her statement, dripping with innuendo, with just a gracious "Thank you."
Mom had gone to check on the horses with Hank, Anna, and Deuce. Melody was in the kitchen, and I volunteered to help clean up.
I put all the remaining gla
