I looked at her features: the curve of her jaw; the way her hair floated, feather-like, in the wind; the subtle contours of her face; and wondered if I had made a mistake in letting her go so easily. I was just scared that you had told everyone our secret.”
“What can I say? Sex Need some help with that?” I waved at the people gathered around Mitch, trying to help him get the fire going.
“Well, the wood won’t light.” He explained.
“I got this.” I assured him. I didn’t think so, but how many people could fit that description? “Yo, Nicole!”
Lana appeared from out of the woods, her hair slightly disheveled and the button on her shorts undone.
“Lana, have you seen Nicole?”
“I haven’t, sorry.” She frowned apologetically.
“That’s fine. For a start.”
“Mom!” She gasped.
“You’re lucky I’m going this easy on you.” She growled with the intensity that only a mother can muster.
“I’m going to bed, mom.” I sighed.
“Take Nicky up there with you, would you? Archer, I saw that she was also packing stuff up to leave.
“Can I trust y’all to turn off the lights?” She smiled at us.
“Sure,” I smiled back, “have a good evening, Ms.
