Grant’s face soured. “It’s just his overdosing on Old Spice.”
“Someone should teach him to use it in moderation.”
“He thinks it attracts the ladies,” Grant said.
“Which is why he’s still a widower.”
He rolled his eyes at her.
“I can’t believe we did this,” Nate muttered under his breath.
Jennie rolled over on her side, letting her heavy breasts rest on top the other, and regarded him evenly. “Believe it. Sometimes I think life doesn’t get much better than this.”
After some quick showers and an awkward exit, the two couples took their leave of each other. There was no luggage so it was easy to just exit the hotel and drive home.
“I can’t believe we did that,” Nate repeated to his wife as he carefully drove home in the early light of Sunday morning.
“Why not?” Robin asked. Her arms
