Admittedly, I'm not looking forward to the girl-time this weekend. It's not that I don't love my friends. I do, but for the first time in ages, I was anticipating time with my husband. Kissing him goodbye, I go to Cam's house early to talk to her about the loan for the Aid.
I park in the circular driveway. I step out of the car and find myself standing at their front door. She and Dax live in a beautiful old farmhouse he restored years ago. I'm in awe of it every time I come by. I love the sound my knock makes on the solid wood.
Dax opens the door, no shirt, jeans hung low on his hips, obviously commando, no socks, no shoes. I blush. Heavily. I should not be attracted to my husband's brother and my best friend's fiancé, but he's as beautiful as Moby was prior to the stroke. This family
