“Your Dad didn’t say you had company when I called,” I say while trying to keep my eyes focused on his face. “I could have come by later.”
“Nah, it’s good. I need to get out of the pool anyway before I shrivel up into a raisin.”
“I don’t think you shriveling is an issue.” Thankfully his parents are too busy paying attention to their grandchildren in the pool to register awareness of my professionally inappropriate commentary. Lee, however, flushes red.
“Lemme go get changed.”
“Yeah. That’s a good idea.” I wait for him in the kitchen.
“So, you are here because...” He says as he comes into the room. He had thrown on a pair of jeans and a tank that says Retro Fitness.
“I think Houston goes to that gym,” I say. “You’ve been working out?”
“I just signed up a few days ago. Gotta take care
