Chapter 81

“What is this for?” He held up the bottle of olive oil, and George felt his cheeks heat. A glance at Bart showed he was blushing as well.

“I got sunburned the last time I came here with Noelle and Charlie, so I thought…well, you know. An ounce of prevention?”

Frank looked confused, which didn’t surprise George, because George had no idea what he was talking about.

Bart took the bottle, made sure the cork was in tight, and placed it in the picnic basket.

“I thought you were in Europe,” George said as he began to pull on his clothes. Bart did the same and gave him a slow nod to indicate he approved of the change of topic.

“I was,” Frank said, “but I’m home now. Remind me never to go on a business trip with Chester Vaughan ever again. Ever.”

“That good, huh?” George went to the basket and frowned at the diminished contents; only one sandwich was left. “Thanks for leaving us one.”

“You’re welcome. What can I say? Mrs. Hall makes the best roast beef.”