Chapter 13
Drew Philips pilots his BMW SUV through the narrow turns of Barry and Sharen’s driveway, Lombardy cedars lining both sides to throw it into complete seclusion. He sees both of their cars parked inside an open garage with space for two more cars. He fills one of those spaces and kills the engine, grateful for the light jacket he is wearing. It was still in the lower 40’s when they left the house, though Drissa, who has always been hot blooded, is not wearing a sleeve and is wearing sporty shorts.
“Aren’t you cold, baby?”
“Not after that awful heatwave. I guess I should be, but I just feel toasted right now,” she explains.
“As long as you’re comfy,” he says to her choice of clothes. “Let’s go.”
Barry must have been vigilant of their approach as he is standing inside of the si
