Okay. That’s enough. She forced her eyes away from Blair’s body and focused on Nolan. She was so focused it was as if she was perfecting a painting rather than applying sunscreen that would be washed away by the pool anyway.

“Mommy.” Nolan groaned. “P-lease.”

“Sorry. Sorry.” Erin held the sunscreen in Blair’s direction, but still didn’t look at her. “Do you need any?”

“I’m good. I’ve been blessed with skin that doesn’t burn.”

Erin’s eyes instinctively moved to said skin, and her mouth immediately went dry. Blair’s shorts were now off, and her legs were not only extremely tan, but also muscular. She moved her eyes to Blair’s face so she wasn’t tempted to keep checking her out, but that was a mistake, because she was forced to see the shit-eating grin that could only mean one thing—she had been caught. Erin could feel her own face turning red, which certainly didn’t help her case at all.

Luckily, Blair turned to look at Nolan instead of saying anything to Erin about her lingering eyes. “Get those swimmies on. I’m ready to get in the pool.”

“Mommy! Swimmies.”

When Blair smirked and raised an eyebrow at her, Erin realized she was still staring. “Swimmies. Right. Come here.”

She struggled to get the swimmies on even more than usual, but as soon as they were on Nolan’s arms, Blair scooped him up just as she had before. “Don’t think I forgot that you called me old. Now you have to pay.”

“I don’t have money.” Nolan giggled and tried to wiggle out of Blair’s arms.

“That’s too bad. It looks like I’m going to have to throw you into the pool.”

“Mommy, save me!” Nolan shouted playfully as Blair broke the pool rules and ran down the hill.

Erin pretended to reach out for him, but stayed where she was. She watched as Blair pretended to throw him into the pool, then jumped in with him instead, both of them laughing as they flew through the air and into the pool. Erin once again couldn’t look away, but this time for a completely different reason.

***

Erin held her hand out toward Nolan after they finally left the pool hours later. “Please hold my hand.”

Instead of taking it, Nolan glared at her hand as if it were a piece of broccoli. “No. I’m a big boy.”

Erin sighed. Playing the same games over and over again got very  tiring. “I know you’re a big boy, but you know you can’t walk on the road without holding my hand.”

“I walk on sidewalk.” Nolan looked up at Blair, who was still hanging out with them for some reason unbeknownst to Erin. She honestly expected her to cut out hours ago. “Can big boys walk on the sidewalk with no hand?”