Epilogue
Andrew Williams, a friend of Casey Wild
Sixteen years later
I wiped the sweat from my head as I pushed the lawn mower across the large front yard. I noticed Casey from the corner of my eye, heading toward me with a lemonade in her hand. I turned off the engine and smiled at her. She was a sweet girl, but a hellfire.
“Brought you some lemonade.” She smiled and handed it over to me. I gulped it down like a man would in the desert. August in Florida felt like the desert.
“Thanks.” I handed it back to her.
“When you’re done, do you want to hang out in the pool for a bit?” She bit her bottom lip, and as tempting as that was, I was in love with someone else, and our classmate Cameron had warned everyone off trying to date this girl. Everyone except her could see that the guy was all in for her. My guess was, he was just biding his time, giving her a chance to realize it herself. Cam was a go-getter type of guy, like his dad, the fighter. He would get what he wanted, and hell if I was going to get my ass beat by that kid for looking at Casey in any way other than friendship.
“I have to head home afterwards. Mom needs me to help with her garden.” I turned her down nicely and she nodded, but walked away muttering something about a caveman. Maybe she was closer to realizing things than I had thought. The sound of their front door opening brought my attention dead ahead of me. About a quarter of a football field away, Casey’s mom walked out in just her bikini, toward her car.
She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my life. She was perfect in every way. You would have never even known that she had given birth to Casey, by the way she looked.
Her long red hair was down and bouncing as she walked, and her skin looked so soft and delicate. But I knew she was just like her daughter—a hellfire. With a slight puff to my chest, I knew I could handle her.
When she turned on the hose and started washing the old mustang that was in the driveway, things started to stir in my pants. She was so sexy and she wasn’t even trying. I watched as she started sponging the car and tossing her hair around. She wiggled her hips to a tune playing in her head and I enjoyed every moment of it. It was like she was performing just for me. A dream come true.
She broke out into dance while getting soaking wet, then suddenly froze. Her eyes were on her husband, who was watching her, shaking his head, and smiling. I saw even from here the blush on her cheeks, as she turned off the water and walked inside, looking guilty.
I watched as Casey’s dad walked inside after her, with a huff from my lips.
He didn’t know what to do with a woman like that. I would. I know it might sound wrong, but I was in love with Casey’s mom.
