Almost three in the morning. She had to be up at eight. She didn't seem to care. I poured us both a whisky and we settled into the sofa. We sipped. She giggled. I smiled. It was a little weird. "Okay," she said finally, "I guess I'll go first." "Okay," I answered, glad it ...
and Mrs. Fergus left as quietly as they'd come, on the Monday after four days at our house. They were easy guests who hiked during the day, didn't stay up late and Sam even took them on the boat, though they hadn't come to whale-watch. They told us they enjoyed their stay and that they might be b...
I jumped back, cold water dripping from my face onto my bare chest. "I needed to cool off," I answered, my eyes running up and down her almost nude body, pausing at the place he'd touched her thigh. "Is that it?" she asked. She was smiling, but I co...