Before the basketball game ended, Tricia invited Landon over for a cookout as a welcome-to-the-neighborhood gesture. “You don’t need to bring anything but yourself,” she had said. “We’ll provide everything. Is there any type of beer or alcohol you prefer?”
Landon had shrugged. “Nah, I’m pretty agreeable with just about anything. What time would you like me here?”
“Seven sound good?” she asked, and she couldn’t keep her nervousness down from the thought that he would be in their home tonight, casual, drinking. She knew Drew would never go for it, but she could fantasize. She fantasized a lot.
“I’ll be here,” he said and walked off to shower and get ready. Tricia envied the water that would touch his firm body.
As it neared seven, Tricia suddenly remembered they were out of butter and s
