company, he had decided that she was an honest woman with integrity and strength.
The kind of woman that he would have been attracted to, once upon a time.
He'd have loved some more sleep, but now that he was awake he might as well get himself cleaned up. After all, Kayla would be waiting for him down at the pool and he still owed her an apology or two.
***
Kayla took a quick shower and dressed, trying to push her negative thoughts away. It irked her no end that Brittany had ignored her plea to let Sean rest, and had gone and taken the lasagna to him. As much as she loved her sister and wanted her to be happy, she wished she'd leave Sean well alone. She wasn't interested in him, or about the fact that he had come to their door seeking quiet, a haven to heal. Brit only wanted to get it on with somebody, and he was certainly the most attractive man around. Perhaps, the only one.
Her beautiful baby sister could be a spoiled brat once in awhile. Like taking things that didn't belong to her. Not that Kayla thought for one minute that Sean was hers. She had no idea if he belonged to anyone, but the point was—he was a guest, a mystery to them all.
Kayla chose a light blue halter dress that left her back bare. The fit and flare of the polyester spandex material was ideal for the hot night. Her long hair was blown out, and drifted past her shoulders in soft waves. She applied her make-up quickly in the mirror over the dresser she shared with Taylor.
Her mother and Brittany shared the second bedroom. It was tight quarters, but they'd agreed to give this a trial run for a year and make a business decision based on the bottom line. Of course it took money to make money, but if business was good, they might be able to pay the small bank loan off which they'd taken out for the improvements they had planned.
She gazed at herself in the mirror, then turned so she could see herself from all angles. Taylor stood at the bedroom door with a big grin on her face. "Nice dress," she said. "You wearing that down to the pool?"
"A little much?" she asked, feeling slightly foolish.
"Not if you want to catch a certain man's eye," her sister said with a grin. "And don't you dare take it off."
"It is over-the-top. I don't want him to think I wore this because of him."
Taylor winked, her long, dark lashes natural. "He'd be flattered. And wait 'til you see what Brittany has on."
"Why?" Kayla's spine stiffened. "What is she wearing?"
"A one-piece snakeskin jumpsuit. Fits like a second skin."
Kayla almost cringed with embarrassment. "I'm going to change. No way am I competing with my sister for any man's attention. That is so not going to happen."
Taylor gave her a push. "Off you go." Then she quickly shut the bedroom door and locked it from inside.
Fuming, Kayla stood there staring at the closed door. "Open up, Tay. Right now!"
"I can't hear you," she answered in a sing-song voice.
"I'm going to kill you when I get my hands on you. Did you hear that?"
"Nope. Have fun. See you soon. Bye-bye."
Humiliated, pink in the cheeks, Kayla grabbed a full bottle of rum and marched down to the pool. The guests mingled—the only two missing were Brittany and Sean.
The honeymooners chatted with the Ohio couple, Jeff and Mary, and her mother. The four of them cheered when they saw the bottle she carried. Jeff jumped up to take it out of her hands. Pushing away unwanted thoughts of her sister and Sean, she smiled, blew her hair out of her eyes, and greeted them all. "Hi everyone! Sorry I'm late. Hope you all had a great day."
Making herself useful, she passed around the tray of Saganaki. The plate was beautifully decorated with cherry tomatoes and tiny purple flowers, yet the cheese looked untouched. She knew Taylor would be disappointed if they didn't at least try the appetizer.
"Here we go, folks. It's a Greek dish, but basically it's fried cheese. Delicious." She handed a napkin to the two couples and waited for them to take one from the
The kind of woman that he would have been attracted to, once upon a time.
He'd have loved some more sleep, but now that he was awake he might as well get himself cleaned up. After all, Kayla would be waiting for him down at the pool and he still owed her an apology or two.
***
Kayla took a quick shower and dressed, trying to push her negative thoughts away. It irked her no end that Brittany had ignored her plea to let Sean rest, and had gone and taken the lasagna to him. As much as she loved her sister and wanted her to be happy, she wished she'd leave Sean well alone. She wasn't interested in him, or about the fact that he had come to their door seeking quiet, a haven to heal. Brit only wanted to get it on with somebody, and he was certainly the most attractive man around. Perhaps, the only one.
Her beautiful baby sister could be a spoiled brat once in awhile. Like taking things that didn't belong to her. Not that Kayla thought for one minute that Sean was hers. She had no idea if he belonged to anyone, but the point was—he was a guest, a mystery to them all.
Kayla chose a light blue halter dress that left her back bare. The fit and flare of the polyester spandex material was ideal for the hot night. Her long hair was blown out, and drifted past her shoulders in soft waves. She applied her make-up quickly in the mirror over the dresser she shared with Taylor.
Her mother and Brittany shared the second bedroom. It was tight quarters, but they'd agreed to give this a trial run for a year and make a business decision based on the bottom line. Of course it took money to make money, but if business was good, they might be able to pay the small bank loan off which they'd taken out for the improvements they had planned.
She gazed at herself in the mirror, then turned so she could see herself from all angles. Taylor stood at the bedroom door with a big grin on her face. "Nice dress," she said. "You wearing that down to the pool?"
"A little much?" she asked, feeling slightly foolish.
"Not if you want to catch a certain man's eye," her sister said with a grin. "And don't you dare take it off."
"It is over-the-top. I don't want him to think I wore this because of him."
Taylor winked, her long, dark lashes natural. "He'd be flattered. And wait 'til you see what Brittany has on."
"Why?" Kayla's spine stiffened. "What is she wearing?"
"A one-piece snakeskin jumpsuit. Fits like a second skin."
Kayla almost cringed with embarrassment. "I'm going to change. No way am I competing with my sister for any man's attention. That is so not going to happen."
Taylor gave her a push. "Off you go." Then she quickly shut the bedroom door and locked it from inside.
Fuming, Kayla stood there staring at the closed door. "Open up, Tay. Right now!"
"I can't hear you," she answered in a sing-song voice.
"I'm going to kill you when I get my hands on you. Did you hear that?"
"Nope. Have fun. See you soon. Bye-bye."
Humiliated, pink in the cheeks, Kayla grabbed a full bottle of rum and marched down to the pool. The guests mingled—the only two missing were Brittany and Sean.
The honeymooners chatted with the Ohio couple, Jeff and Mary, and her mother. The four of them cheered when they saw the bottle she carried. Jeff jumped up to take it out of her hands. Pushing away unwanted thoughts of her sister and Sean, she smiled, blew her hair out of her eyes, and greeted them all. "Hi everyone! Sorry I'm late. Hope you all had a great day."
Making herself useful, she passed around the tray of Saganaki. The plate was beautifully decorated with cherry tomatoes and tiny purple flowers, yet the cheese looked untouched. She knew Taylor would be disappointed if they didn't at least try the appetizer.
"Here we go, folks. It's a Greek dish, but basically it's fried cheese. Delicious." She handed a napkin to the two couples and waited for them to take one from the
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