CHAPTER TWELVE
Cari's gaze moved over the three other people sitting on the carpeted floor of the living room of the small cottage. They were as naked and unashamed as she was.
"Chance promised me a quiet weekend at the lake," Tanya was saying. "I never expected anything like this."
"I don't think any of us did," Chance replied. His eyes flashed to Cari and he smiled. "But, for one, I'm glad that it did. I feel a hell of a lot better now that everything is out in the open."
"You won't find me complaining," Barry said in a deep, breathless voice. He had just taken a bit over a joint of m*******a and was holding the smoke in his lungs. "Who wants the next toke?"
Tanya took the yellow stick and sucked at it, then passed it to Cari, who did likewise. She was already feeling a slight buzz,
