Rain fell steadily into the half-filled pool, dimpling the surface like it was trying to finish a job no one had managed to complete all day.
Dimitri stood at the edge, arms crossed, scowling at the water level as if it were personally insulting him. The inflatable ring around his hips squeaked faintly every time he shifted, and the snorkel pushed up on his forehead only added to the absurdity.
Lorenzo lounged a few feet away, stretched out like he’d been born there, a margarita sweating in his hand, tiny paper umbrella and all.
“You look stupid,” Lorenzo said pleasantly, taking a slow sip.
“You’re stupid,” Dimitri shot back without turning. Thunder rolled in the distance, and his frown deepened. “I hate rain.”
The boredom had settled into the house hours ago, thick and restless. Reno
