“You’re naked,” I say, turning to see if Dylan saw her.

“I’m not naked. It’s cheeky.” She laughs. “At least that is what was written on the tag.”

“It’s called not in this fucking lifetime,” I say. “Put on shorts.”

“I’m not putting on shorts, Justin,” she says, trying to push me away laughing. “Go get changed. Dylan is waiting, and I think he looks like he is going to cry.” I drop my hands in fear that he’s crying and turn to look at him as he stands there unamused by whatever is going on with us.

“Can we go?” he says. “Please.”

“Go change,” she says and then she spots the clothes on the bed. “What are those doing here?”

“I’m helping you put away your stuff,” I say. “I have to go change,” I say, walking into the closet and grabbing my blue shorts. I walk to the bathroom to change, and when I come out, the clothes are gone. “Caroline,” I call her name, and I see them both on the couch waiting for me, but she at least put on a cover-up. Her hair is almost now braided on the side.

“Finally,” Dylan says, getting up, and I see he’s wearing a new pair of flip-flops.

“Let’s go,” I say to him and then grab Caroline’s hand while we walk out. “Where are your clothes?”

“Away,” she says, teasing me. “I put them away.”

“I’m just going to move them,” I say, and I swear I sound like a child throwing a tantrum.

We walk all the way to the end of the hall, and I press the button leading us outside to the pool. I guess no one is here; it’s a community pool, but no one actually uses it.

“Look at how big the pool is, Mom,” Dylan says, going to one of the five cabanas and taking off his flip-flops.

“You need sunscreen,” I say. Walking into the cabana, I open one of the cupboards and take out a basket of sunscreen. I walk back to him and spray some on him and then rub it in. “Now you can go,” I say, and he runs all the way to the pool, I’m about to tell him not to run when he yells.

“Cannonball!” Holding his legs up, he jumps in.

“You think he’s excited?” Caroline says from beside me as she slips off her cover-up. “I don’t think we’ve ever just sat near the pool. We used to go to the public pool every day when he was five.”

“You need sunscreen,” I say as I look at her pale skin, and my hands itch to rub it on her.

“Do I?” she says, and I pull her into my arms and turn her around so Dylan doesn’t see my hands going straight to her ass. “I definitely need sunscreen on my ass.”