This time they sit together on the sofa while Keri flips through the cable guide on the TV, looking for something to watch. After two rounds, nothing catches their interest, so they settle on the Food Network. “I haven’t done this in a while,” Keri says, setting aside the remote.
“What, watch TV?” Dayla jokes. “Order Chinese for dinner?”
Keri gives her a playful nudge. “No, silly. Just this. Sitting here with someone. Hanging out.”
Taking a swig from what remains in her bottle of hard lemonade, Dayla says, “You make it sound like we’re in high school all over again.”
“God, no!” Keri pats Dayla’s knee and groans. “I only meant that this is nice. I like it, being here. With you.”
Dayla’s belly flutters at the touch. Suddenly she feels flushed and hot all over. Heat radiates from the han
