She frowned, looking at the television. There was a commercial for a water park on the Maine coast.

“Great, and I missed Two for the Road. How was the kayaking?”

He went to the kitchen to get another beer. “Great. The lake is a lot bigger than I thought. You can see a few houses tucked away, but most of them are hidden by the trees. The only way to know anyone lives nearby is by their docks. No big boats, though. Just little Sunfish and rowboats.”

Kate looked outside. The afternoon sun cast narrow shadows on the porch. The sheet felt like razor blades sliding over her flesh. Her left hand was so numb, it didn’t feel as if it were attached to her. There was a fresh bruise by her wrist. She’d most likely been sleeping on it for a while. She bruised like old fruit.

Shaking her hand, the feeling coming back in painful pins and needles, she said, “Did you meet anyone?”

Andrew settled into the chair opposite the bed. “I thought I spotted a guy walking away from his dock. Old Henry and Ida are the only people I’ve seen up close. Other than that, it’s like having our own private lake.”

Not so private, Kate thought, hearing those sounds outside their window as if they had happened seconds ago.

Andrew touched her cheeks with the back of his hand, tucking her hair behind her ears. “I can cook pancakes on your skin.”

“The phrase is fry an egg.”

He shrugged. “It’s still in the breakfast realm. I like pancakes a lot more than eggs. No matter what, you’re still en fuego. You know what? My agenda is clear for the day. How about I slip into my pajamas and we watch movies until our eyes get crossed?”

Kate thrilled at the idea. It was one of the few things she could do with her husband. Andrew existed in a restless state. Sitting for one movie was usually his limit; then he had to get up and do something. Those nights when they cuddled and went on a movie marathon were her favorites.

“I think nothing would make me happier,” she said.

Andrew stripped right there and then.

“We’ll need snacks and drinks,” he said, turning to give her a wonderful view of his buns. They weren’t as tight as they used to be, but they were hers and she loved them as much as she missed holding them.

“Come here.”

He stood beside the bed, his soft cock inches from her face. There had been a time when it wouldn’t stay soft for long. He’d loved the fact that she was not a big foreplay person. She went right for what she wanted, ready or not.

“Now turn around,” she said.

Andrew smirked, then gave a slight turn.

She reached out and gave his ass a light pinch, then smacked it.