Her mother smiled too. “I can’t believe you were so mean to me when you first got here.”

“Me? You called me fat!”

“You called my husband a jerk!”

“Was I lying?”

Her mother held her hand up, a half-peeled potato in it. “Truce, remember.”

Laura laughed. “Yeah…you thought he was a jerk too!”

Chapter Eight

Cassidy had dinner with Larson on Thursday night. She’d been “delighted” that Cassidy had asked her out. So delighted, in fact, that she’d invited Cassidy in for a nightcap. A nightcap that lasted until morning. Cassidy—while still struggling to find her clothes—had invited her out to the country for the weekend. As expected, Larson readily agreed.

And now here she was, at midnight, swimming alone—naked—in her pool while Larson basked in the afterglow of sex and wine…passed out upstairs in Cassidy’s bed. Cassidy moved into shallower water, slicking her hair back from her face, thinking about Claudia, not Larson.

Claudia had been hurt when Cassidy told her that they wouldn’t be going out any longer. Claudia accused her of being a player…accused her of using her for sex and nothing more. Well…using was a strong word. But yeah, it wasn’t like they were in a relationship or anything. They both benefitted. Claudia got wined and dined for a month. They both got sex. And now it was over with.

“On to another one,” she murmured tiredly.

With a sigh, she ducked back beneath the surface of the water and swam across to the other end, resurfacing under the diving board. She held on to the side, enjoying the quiet of the late night, hearing the gentle lapping of the water as it rippled against the edge of the pool. The blue lights were still on, she having once again forgotten to change them at dark. Yellow, red…even green. She actually preferred the red lights. There was something sensuous about diving into a nighttime pool shaded in dark red.