“Yes, you are.” Before he could argue, Cindy asked, “Did you finish cleaning up that bathroom floor yet?”
Tom rolled his eyes. “You’re getting me in trouble here,” he muttered as he passed Wes on the way out of the kitchen. Once he was out of reach, he called back, “Did you finish cleaning up that garden yet?”
“They’re your friends, Tom,” Cindy warned. “Bunch of slovenly pigs. Don’t make me…”
The bathroom door slammed shut and she laughed. Lowering her voice to an intimate level, she asked Wes, “So, you were saying?”
“About?” Wes asked, a little confused by how fast she switched back to their previous conversation.
Cindy leaned beside him on the counter. “Nathan,” she said. Then, with a smile, she explained, “Tom’s just a little miffed right now. Don’t worry about him. He thinks
