Chapter 9
Wednesday
“What am I supposed to do with him?”
“Why ask me?” Natalya protested. “You’re the one getting all of the delicious sex.”
Perhaps Jessica should have kept more of the details to herself, despite Natya’s hectoring. But the morning run through the forest with her cousin was beautiful and the s*x last night with Greg had been delicious. Literally.
She and Greg had been walking home together from Marjorie’s when the cool sea fog had slipped ashore. She’d forgotten that the coast was like that. During the summer a few blocks inland could be ten or twenty degrees warmer than the beach itself; at times the line of demarcation was a mere fifty steps wide. Last night it had caught up with them when they turned onto Beach Way. At her shiver, Greg had guided her into the rest
