been so stupid?”
“Not stupid. I thought he was older, too, in the wetsuit and dressed for the club. It’s only when you see him riding a longboard in a Children of Bodom T-shirt that you get the real picture.” Abby snickered.
“Change sucks,” Sarah moaned, flinging an arm across her eyes.
“Oh, I don’t know about that,” a deep voice said from behind the chairs. “I kind of like the changes this summer.” Jason leaned over the back of her chair and aimed a kiss at her lips. Just before it landed, she turned her face toward Sarah so the kiss landed on her cheek. Sarah quirked an eyebrow, but Abby ignored her.
Jason dropped to the sand by Abby’s chair and grabbed the bottle of tequila. He opened it and swallowed a few mouthfuls, then looked at the label and grimaced. “I thought you mature ladies appreciated the finer things in life.”
Abby ran her fingers over his hair. “I’ll have you know that Cuervo was the gold standard in our day, sonny,” she creaked out.
“Yeah, well, now the minimum acceptable standard is Patron. Get with the times.” He wrapped his large hand around Abby’s calf and ran it up to stroke the back of her thigh, just above her knee. Abby sat up a little straighter, and he had to move his hand down. He looked up at her, and she leaned forward to massage his shoulders. He exhaled, dropping his head forward so she could reach more of his neck.
Sarah snorted. “It all tastes like ass to me, but it gets the job done. Now, hand it over.”
Jason held the bottle out toward Sarah without looking at her. Abby watched her take a gulp and then reached for the bottle. Sarah reluctantly handed it over, and Abby sipped before capping it again and setting it down. She stroked Jason’s head.
“Now, that feels good,” he said. “I’m exhausted. Who knew standing in one position all day could be so tiring? All I want to do is take a shower and go to bed, and it’s not even dinnertime. And I still need to get my ride in for today.”
Abby’s hands paused, and she frowned. “That doesn’t seem right. Why didn’t Matt just have you pose for one day and get everything he needs in pictures for this rough work stage? It’s normal to save the longer, personal sessions for the detail work.”
“Hell if I know. He’s the boss, and I do like the pay. The bennies suck, though.” Jason scowled. “I’m too tired to spend the kind of time I’d like to spend with you. Instead I have to spend time with the biggest airhead in California.”
She chuckled and started playing with his hair again. “Your posing partner?”
“Partner, my ass. She’s more interested in getting into Matt’s pants than anything. She’s constantly shoving her tits in any direction he happens to be facing, whether it’s how he’s posed us or not. He has to reposition us, and everything takes twice as long as it should. And when she talks…” He shuddered. “Nothing but innuendo, celebrity gossip, and idiocy. She is hot, but I don’t know how he’s stood using her as a model more than once.” He took two more swigs from the bottle and capped it again. “Hot-but-stupid doesn’t do anything for me.”
Sarah snorted. “Why aren’t there more like you? Hot-but-stupid seems to be a requirement for most men our age.”
Jason grinned at her. “Tyler doesn’t seem to mind your brains.”
She tossed a handful of sand at him. “Shut up. I’m an idiot. But I think that problem might be solved. I had a talk with him, and I don’t think we’ll see him around here.”
Abby chuckled. “Yeah, until his day off from the hardware store.”
They laughed as Sarah deflated in her chair. Nudging Jason with her foot, Abby asked, “What do you know about fixing screen doors?”
“Not a damned thing.” He kissed her knee. “Give me a bike, and we’re in business, but home repairs are beyond me. Ever think of hiring a handyman? That’s what I’d do.” He turned to kneel on the sand next to her.
“Not stupid. I thought he was older, too, in the wetsuit and dressed for the club. It’s only when you see him riding a longboard in a Children of Bodom T-shirt that you get the real picture.” Abby snickered.
“Change sucks,” Sarah moaned, flinging an arm across her eyes.
“Oh, I don’t know about that,” a deep voice said from behind the chairs. “I kind of like the changes this summer.” Jason leaned over the back of her chair and aimed a kiss at her lips. Just before it landed, she turned her face toward Sarah so the kiss landed on her cheek. Sarah quirked an eyebrow, but Abby ignored her.
Jason dropped to the sand by Abby’s chair and grabbed the bottle of tequila. He opened it and swallowed a few mouthfuls, then looked at the label and grimaced. “I thought you mature ladies appreciated the finer things in life.”
Abby ran her fingers over his hair. “I’ll have you know that Cuervo was the gold standard in our day, sonny,” she creaked out.
“Yeah, well, now the minimum acceptable standard is Patron. Get with the times.” He wrapped his large hand around Abby’s calf and ran it up to stroke the back of her thigh, just above her knee. Abby sat up a little straighter, and he had to move his hand down. He looked up at her, and she leaned forward to massage his shoulders. He exhaled, dropping his head forward so she could reach more of his neck.
Sarah snorted. “It all tastes like ass to me, but it gets the job done. Now, hand it over.”
Jason held the bottle out toward Sarah without looking at her. Abby watched her take a gulp and then reached for the bottle. Sarah reluctantly handed it over, and Abby sipped before capping it again and setting it down. She stroked Jason’s head.
“Now, that feels good,” he said. “I’m exhausted. Who knew standing in one position all day could be so tiring? All I want to do is take a shower and go to bed, and it’s not even dinnertime. And I still need to get my ride in for today.”
Abby’s hands paused, and she frowned. “That doesn’t seem right. Why didn’t Matt just have you pose for one day and get everything he needs in pictures for this rough work stage? It’s normal to save the longer, personal sessions for the detail work.”
“Hell if I know. He’s the boss, and I do like the pay. The bennies suck, though.” Jason scowled. “I’m too tired to spend the kind of time I’d like to spend with you. Instead I have to spend time with the biggest airhead in California.”
She chuckled and started playing with his hair again. “Your posing partner?”
“Partner, my ass. She’s more interested in getting into Matt’s pants than anything. She’s constantly shoving her tits in any direction he happens to be facing, whether it’s how he’s posed us or not. He has to reposition us, and everything takes twice as long as it should. And when she talks…” He shuddered. “Nothing but innuendo, celebrity gossip, and idiocy. She is hot, but I don’t know how he’s stood using her as a model more than once.” He took two more swigs from the bottle and capped it again. “Hot-but-stupid doesn’t do anything for me.”
Sarah snorted. “Why aren’t there more like you? Hot-but-stupid seems to be a requirement for most men our age.”
Jason grinned at her. “Tyler doesn’t seem to mind your brains.”
She tossed a handful of sand at him. “Shut up. I’m an idiot. But I think that problem might be solved. I had a talk with him, and I don’t think we’ll see him around here.”
Abby chuckled. “Yeah, until his day off from the hardware store.”
They laughed as Sarah deflated in her chair. Nudging Jason with her foot, Abby asked, “What do you know about fixing screen doors?”
“Not a damned thing.” He kissed her knee. “Give me a bike, and we’re in business, but home repairs are beyond me. Ever think of hiring a handyman? That’s what I’d do.” He turned to kneel on the sand next to her.
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