Chapter 18

“It’s about time,” Mickey said.

“Having a kid underfoot seems to have an adverse effect on spontaneity.”

“Speaking of the kid, where is he?”

“In the library reading his book, and before you ask the next question, the bedroom door is locked.”

“Oh goody. Sounds like someone wants to play.” Mickey slid his hands down Chris’s torso. “Feels like it too.”

“I’m ready to get out of the shower if you are, big guy.”

They stood side-by-side in front of the mirror, toweling themselves dry.

“You got more than a little bit of sun today, didn’t you?” Chris said.

“Looks like it, doesn’t it?”

“Your tan lines tell me you were wearing Speedos.”

“So?” Mickey said. “What else is there for a guy to wear at the beach?”

“You got me there. And you know what they say, ‘if you’ve got it, flaunt it’.”

“I can’t argue with that.”

“It wouldn’t surprise me to learn that you got a lot of admiring glances, not to mention an invitation or two.”