Chapter 11
They got a later start than they planned. Jenny slept through Bryan’s morning rituals, and by the time he shook her awake, it was already well past ten.
“Why didn’t you get me up?” she asked fuzzily, pushing back the blankets.
He stood at the dresser, broad shoulders flexing beneath his tank as he pulled clothes out and tossed them into a duffel. “You looked like you were enjoying your dreams.” He shot her a grin. “Were they good?”
She snapped awake, hurrying into the bathroom to hide the rising flush in her face. “They were okay.”
They had been better than okay. They had been hot and heavy and all about pushing Yvonne aside to slick Ashley up with sunscreen herself, her hands molding over his shoulders and down his bare chest as she straddled him in the scorching sun. She
