I could barely overhear the conversations as Lucas and Richard made their way into the house where Wendy no doubt ushered them into the kitchen for a beer or cocktail. Several minutes later, Richard emerged casually dressed in shorts and a polo shirt with the steaks that had been marinating most of the afternoon. Handing me the tray, his fingers touched my hand and I felt that electricity that surged through my body. His smile made me warm as we exchanged small talk about our week. Dinner was superb complimented with a fine bottle of Cabernet. Wendy, typically not much of a drinker, was enjoying the conversation with my new friends. Later we retired to the outside patio where Lucas and Wendy continued their conversation. I could already tell she was feeling the impact of the wine as she ac
