Late that afternoon I’m laying out by the pool, catching the last rays of the sun. Kent is in the kitchen cooking dinner for all of us. I offered to help but he shooed me out immediately, grumbling something in Italian about me being useless in the kitchen – or at least, that’s what Daniel interpreted for me.
But hey, who am I to protest when my boyfriend wants to make a delicious feast for the family and forbids me from doing anything?
I sigh happily, closing my eyes and tilting back my head, enjoying the feeling of the sun on my face.
“Soooo,” Janeen says, and I smile when I hear her flop onto the lounge chair next to mine. “Did you have a nice afternoon, Fay?”
I turn to see her grinning at me wickedly. Because Kent and I? We stayed in that bedroom for several hours and pretty much l
