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Jillian found a stack of fluffy towels and we snuggled up on one of the lounge chairs. It didn’t take us long to fall asleep.
The morning was a bit trickier. Seeing as it was still wintertime, the sun didn’t rise early enough to wake us up before everyone else in the house.
Nobody caught us putting our clothes back on and escaping up to our rooms.
Well, except for Wes.
He spotted us as soon as I opened the door.
His eyes jumped from me—to Jillian—and back again.
Wes’ lips formed a flat line across his face as he gave me a stern look.
He gazed into the living room, then over at us. “Jillian,” he whispered and waved his hand for her to hurry up. So she did. I watched her tiptoe through the kitchen while Wes kept a lookout.
In the living room, Beau, Gigi, Gigi’s parents, and Marianne, were so involved with the twins and their stockings from Santa—nobody saw Jillian sneak through the kitchen.
After she was out of sight, he waved me into the kitchen and held up a cup of coffee. I hesitated, but took it from him and swallowed a few sips. “Thanks.” And I meant it. The caffeine was more than appreciated.
In a low voice, Wes said, “I thought Marianne and I would be the only ones to skinny dip in that pool.” He glared at me over the top of his mug. “Guess I was wrong.”
I took one more sip before setting my coffee down. “Ah, sorry about that. I hope this can stay between you and me?” I asked, hoping that he wouldn’t mention this to anyone.
Wes raised an eyebrow and leaned on his cane. “It’s none of my business—but do you know what the fuck you’re doing?” His eyes narrowed on me like he was ready to kick me. With his good leg.
I couldn’t give him an answer.
Mostly because, no, I had no fucking idea what I was doing.
All I knew was that I’d had a hell of a lot of fun with Jillian. And was hoping to do the exact same thing tonight.
And yes, I knew exactly how fucked up that sounded.
But I didn’t care.
Not one bit.
18
Jillian
My brain was in a constant loop of what Cash and I had done last night.
And this morning.
Skating with him had been exhilarating. Like it always was. Almost as much as our lovemaking had been afterward.
And all of this—from the rink to the pool to the hot tub—floated around in my head continually.
It was an awesome night.
One that I’d never forget as long as I lived.
“Lady, the way you’re looking at my son, I’d think you wanted to eat him up,” Heather said over her cup of coffee. She arrived early this morning. A little after I’d showered and fixed myself up.
My mouth dropped open, and I twisted my head around to make sure nobody else was around. We were out on the back deck. Marianne had been out here with us. But the twins wanted to go try out their brand-new sleds, and she didn’t want to miss it.
That left me alone with Cash’s mom on the deck in the midday sun. The wind was non-existent, so that made the day beautiful.
