She grinned. “Wow. You’re a miracle worker.”
“No more than you.”
“I’ll go help them.”
“Let them do it as much as they can. Then you can do the rest.”
She sat down again. “You look much better. Lift up your shirt, I want to see your bruises.”
His eyes twinkled. He was flirting. “Yes, ma’am.”
The bruises were still there of course and had turned that ugly yellowish blue. “Ouch.”
“Ibuprofen is doing the trick. You’re here early.”
“Am I?”
The boys came out. “We did okay in there.”
Elise got up. Went inside the house. “Not bad,” she said when she came back out with the kids.
“Now get your suits on.”
Heads down, they left.
“Let me go finish so Fiona doesn’t have to do it.”
Back in the family room, she picked up stray toys and clothes and cleaned off surfaces then did the same in the playroom. She found a vacuum in the broom closet and ran it over the floors. She came out and saw the boys were on the edge of the pool. “Okay,” Finn said, you can go in.” He smiled at her. “Been a long time since you wielded a vacuum, I’ll bet.”
“Not so long. I have a cleaning person up here, but I do it in a pinch.” She sat.
“So? How was your morning?” he asked.
“You don’t want to know.”
“Sure I do.”
“Do know who Mason Spur is?”
“Of course. The Blue Bomber.”
“Among other things. He showed up at my doorstep this morning.”
His brows furrowed. “Are you two…close?”
“Not anymore. We were on and offscreen lovers for a while, but that ended months ago. On my part at least. He’s been filming in Hollywood, but he finished his movie and came out here to see me.”
“Huh! Where is he now?”
“I’m back.” Fiona had come out to the deck. Her hair was dry and fluffy, her face scrubbed clean, and she wore a cute sundress. “Thank you for that, Elise. Who cleaned up?”
“Me and the kids.”
“Wow.” She glanced out at the water. “I’ve got to go grocery shopping. They’ll have to get out of the pool.”
Elise smiled. “How would you like to be driven to the market without the boys?”
“I don’t understand.”
