An Episodic Date
RIKKI LOUNGED ON THE front porch swing, working on the songs she’d promised Keath for the play. Halleigh sat on the wide stone porch wall, sketching a design for a new landscape for Cliff Top’s front lawns. Both watched with interest as the wrought iron gates gracefully swung open to admit an emerald green Corvette. In a moment, it buzzed down the drive, stopped by her Mustang, and parked.
“We’re not Thomasyna, Haraldayna! We’re going to be good! It will kill us, but we will be good! She’s given him the code to get in here—we have to be good!”
“Yeah, and I wonder how she’d feel if she knew you’d given it to him first!”
Rikki absently fingered the strings of her guitar, taking in the pleasing picture of a well-built handsome fellow disembarking from a cool sports car. S
