Chapter Twenty-Seven
Hannah
I’ll get wet if you will.
I’ll get wet if you willMike’s tease had been ringing in my head since he said it. When Jen paused in telling me about her latest manuscript, I excused myself to the bathroom.
Stepping into the house gave me the cool air I needed. I entered the nearest guest bedroom for a bathroom and dampened a wash cloth to press to my neck and cheeks. A second layer of sunscreen was a good idea while I was here, and took the small tube out of my purse. My makeup hadn’t melted in the heat; I needed to thank Marcy for the brand tip.
A dip in the pool would be nice, but the boys played too rough and it was still too hot for the Jacuzzi. I did have a suit on under my dress just in case. Mike’s building had to have a pool, right? No complex that nice
