A lump in the bed lower down—one Della had not clocked when she’d entered—suddenly moved. It was a…head? A head that had shot up. A head attached to a body that was now moving, caterpillar-like, rapidly upward. Within a few seconds, Ray Carmody popped out from under the covers near Rosemary’s armpit like a gopher from a hole, blowing at the sheet to clear it from his face.

“Afternoon, Della,” he said cheerily, looking over his shoulder at her before he glanced at Rosemary. “I think we’ve been busted, Rosie.” Not that he looked remotely guilty.

Della blinked as her brain put two and two together and got four. “Oh God…I’m so sorry.” She backed up a little as her cheeks flooded with heat and color. “I didn’t… I mean, I didn’t…”

What? She didn’t think she’d find two eighty-somethings knocking boots in broad daylight. Sure, Rosemary had certainly hinted she wanted to have a physical relationship with Ray, but…it was two o’clock.

“I thought you locked the door, Ray,” Rosemary chided.

“I went one better.” He grinned down at her. “I put a sock on the doorknob.”

Della looked down at the sock in her hand and held it up like it was exhibit A in a courtroom because she was still too mortified to bring anything useful to the conversation.

Rosemary laughed. “Darlin’,” she drawled, “millennials don’t know what that means.”

They both glanced at Della, whose face was so hot now it must be bright red, for confirmation. Rosemary and Ray, on the other hand, were looking pretty damn pleased with themselves. In fact, Della was sure Rosemary’s eyes were twinkling all the way across the room.

Giving herself a hard mental shake, Della pulled herself together. “Rosemary…Ray…I’m so, so sorry. I was distracted. I should have waited for permission to enter.”

“You’re fine, dear,” Rosemary dismissed with a smile. “That was our fault. We should have locked the door. I’ll do it next time.”

“No.” Della shook her head. “Interrupting your private time like this is…unforgivable.” Just because they lived in an aged facility didn’t mean they weren’t entitled to their privacy.

Rosemary made another dismissive sound. “Did you want something?”

“Oh, yes. Mrs. Devlin was worried you were missing the Pilates warm-up. She thought you might have forgotten.”

“Well yeah.” Rosemary laughed, grinning at Ray. “It did kind of slip my mind.”

“Tell her I’m taking care of the warm-up,” he said with a chuckle, rubbing his nose against Rosemary’s.

Ooookay. Time to go. “I’ll tell her you’re…occupied.”

Ray dragged his eyes off Rosemary to glance at Della. “Don’t forget to put the sock back on the doorknob.” And he waggled his eyebrows.

Definitely time to go.

“Absolutely.” Della nodded.