Her lips pursed. “You just want an excuse to touch me.”
I nodded. “That too.”
Pip sighed. “This is disgusting.”
“You don't have to listen,” Theory popped.
“Apparently, I do.”
I found myself watching my wife instead of listening to Pip complain. Theory looked so peaceful. I used to wonder if she'd ever look peaceful again. I used to pray she’d look peaceful again. So, hell, yeah, I loved looking at my wife, basking in the glow of the sun, finally at peace.
“You staring,” she accused, but her tone was soft.
“I am.”
“So rude.”
“So beautiful.”
She smiled. “Thank you.”
“For the love of God,” Pip muttered.
I reached for the sunscreen beside Theory’s chair, but she snatched it first.
“No.”
“Theory.”
“No.”
“I’m trying to be helpful.”
“You trying to be handsy.”
I thought about that and nodded again. “Okay. Helpful and handsy.”
Theory adjusted her sunglasses and held the sunscreen more tightly.
“I’m not starting with you. Pip and I have plans anyway.”
I frowned. “Plans?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“With who?”
“Remember that lady we met yesterday?”
“The neighbor?”
She nodded.
“We going to grab coffee with her, then we meeting Ms. Joia to help with last minute things for your party.”
The woman had apparently introduced herself while Theory and Pip explored Russian Row. Friendly and talkative, she’dexplained she was staying a couple of doors down at the Kozlov estate. They were good people. Still…
“You’d rather have coffee with her than spend the morning with me?”
