Tara got a beer and settled in the lounge next to me. She looked good in bright yellow shorts and a turquoise tank top and matching bra. She was big enough that no bra would be obvious. She sipped and grinned. "Hey, I had to be careful. Sneaking up on you is dangerous. Never know what I may see."
I took a drink. "Not what a daughter should be seeing."
Tara sipped her beer. She spoke, barely over a whisper. "Then don't stop by unannounced at my house or you'll have the same problem."
I heard her but pretended I didn't. "What?"
"Nothing dad. So, what's for dinner?"
"No burgers. I'm making chicken parm."
"In a lounge chair? How inventive."
I slapped her bare thigh and got up. "Very funny, young lady. You wanna help?"
Tara finished her beer and got up. "Sure. Been a while since we cook
