“You and Ali did what?” Sitting in the backyard on the swing seat, Ghost took a sip of beer while watching Max swatting at the dangling fronds of a nearby fern. “We had sex.” “You and Ali?” “That’s what I said.” Matt waved his glass around. “But aren’t you and Ali friends?” “Yeah.” “I didn’t think friends had sex.” “So we’re more than friends now.” Geez, what was it with this friends business? Moodily, Ghost took another sip of beer before discarding it on the side table in disgust. Hell, even the ice cold light beer tasted like sand tonight. Abraham’s nose appeared over the side of the table as he took a fascinated sniff of the cold glass. Not finding it to his liking, he reached out with one big paw and patted at it. Ghost tapped his paw and watched it retreat hastily. “Okay,” Matt finally said. “So you’re what? Lovers?” “Yep.” He thought a moment. “Nope.” “Ah.” Matt sat back in the lawn chair. In the gloom of the night Ghost couldn’t see Matt’s expression clearly but he heard the distinct ring of amusement in his voice.
