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“G’day, ladies!” Bryce said from behind us.
We all spun toward our suntanned, shirtless guide walking up with a surfboard tucked beneath his arm.
“G’day, Bryce!” I answered back.
The other three sat staring with goofy grins stretched across their faces.
Finally, Alice answered in a slow, sultry tone. “Hello, Bryce.”
“Any of you ladies care to surf? I’d be happy to teach you.”
His large, muscular frame blocked the sun when he paused and looked at us so I didn’t have to squint at him. “Maybe in a little bit,” I answered. Learning to surf could be a fun way to spend the day.
“Right on.” He grinned. “I’ll be out there. Wave me in if you want to take a spin. I can grab another board no problem. Enjoy your day, ladies.”
When he flashed that pearly white smile, the one that deepened the dimples in his face, I heard the collective sigh beneath the breaths of the other three Widows and a soft “I’m a married woman” come from Alice’s direction.
“Bye, Bryce,” Sylvie crooned, giving him a little wave as he walked off.
“I hate to watch him go, but I love to watch him leave,” Alice whispered.
Doris giggled and turned a shade of red that made her look like we’d left her baking on the beach for a full day without sunscreen.
Bryce jogged toward the ocean, and that collective sigh repeated.
“I’m a married woman, I’m a married woman, I’m a married woman,” Alice repeated like a skipping record.
“You three are terrible!” I tossed a pillow from my lounge chair and hit Alice square in the head. The blow broke her deadlocked stare at the young man now jogging into the ocean waves.
“Hey!” she yelled, then tossed the pillow back at me.
“You three are dirty pervs.” I stuck the pillow behind my head and slid my sunglasses back down.
“Just because he’s not your type doesn’t mean we’re monsters,” Alice argued. “If he were some hot, young blonde woman parading around in front of you, you’d be looking, too.”
“Nope. Not me. I’m a married woman. I only have eyes for Roxie,” I answered.
“Oh, please.” Sylvie snorted. “We’reallmarried women. Just because we got married doesn’t make us blind. We’d be lying if we didn’t all admit Bryce is one ridiculously hot male specimen. Hell, even you have to admit that.”
I shrugged. “Yeah. I guess I can see what all the fuss is about.”
“It’s not a sin to look,” Doris whispered. “Only a sin if you act.”
“The visions going on inside my head right now are sinful. Definitely sinful.” Alice grinned like the Cheshire Cat, causing Doris to wave the air at her and then fan her face.
“You haven’t looked atanyonesince you met Roxie?” Sylvie arched an eyebrow. “You two are still so hot and heavy that you can’t even imagineimaginingbeing with someone else? Really, Marge?”
Her penetrating stare burned right through me, and I glanced away toward the ocean.
“I, uh ... Roxie and I are good. Great. Perfect. No need to be imagining being with anyone but her. Ever. Since she retired and we moved home, she’s been with me all the time. All. The. Time. I mean, when would I ever get the chance to ogle some other broad when she is always—always—there? Always. Yep. Always. I mean? Is it great we’re together all the time? Sure. Yeah. It’s great. She’s great. We’re great. Yep. Great. Totally great. No problems. None at all. Everything is great.”
As the words poured out of my mouth like verbal vomit, I noticed the wide-eyed, shocked stares of the three Widows staring back at me.
“Marge? Is everything okay with you and Roxie?” Doris asked.
“What? Yes, of course. Of course. We’re great. I just said we’re great,” I answered, though deep down, I didn’t know if that was a lie.
“Really?” Alice arched a brow. “Because that was a lot of ‘greats’ and not a lot of conviction behind them. Is there anything you want to talk about?”
