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Lisa
91 days since leaving Grace
They’d finished the wine course and Frankie declared it “hot tub o’clock,” which seemed like a bad, very bad idea, and Lisa thought for sure Singer would complain. Singer had yet to enter the spa since she’d come home, though the Derries did with some frequency. But Singer acquiesced with a sigh and went inside, offering Emery a bathing suit.
So. They were in a hot tub.
Singer cleared his throat. “We may have to make a rule about you and the spa, Emery. It feels like cheating on Jake to even sit across from you mostly naked.”
“I am not a home wrecker.” Emery smiled and stretched his arms out over the rim of the spa, displaying his steamed-and-glistening tattoos. He had a few on his shoulders and back, but Lisa’s favorite was the fox on his chest, t
