“Minna!” Toby yells at the woman, furthering the distance between Carey and him. “Minna, it’s not what it looks like!” He races after the spicy shrew, calling out her name again and again, swearing under his breath at the same time. But before he can catch up to her, explaining the situation on the patio, providing a full detailed report on the scathing heat and Carey needing to cool off, Toby watches the tiny bitch jump behind the wheel of her speedy BMW, a convertible with two seats, and vanish from the scene, leaving him speechless.
* * * *
“Get dressed and go,” Toby tells Carey the bear, pointing at the naked man, who seems to be drying off rather quickly in the sun, next to the pool. “This wasn’t supposed to happen. I thought you just wanted to cool off. I didn’t know you were putting the moves on me.”
“But the pictures I sent you. I thought you knew.”