CHAPTER 10: JACK

Sandra reached up and tugged her hair from its holder. Her fiery red curls fanned out around her shoulders, settling with one last bounce down her back. The end of her hair was inches from her ass – the ass I got to touch earlier, per winning conditions.

She won, but I did get to touch that pert little butt, so I'd call that a win-win situation.

“So,” I begun as we walked across the sand. “You never answered my question earlier.”

“What question?” She looked at me with those big green eyes of hers.

“Do you speak to your family much?”

“My dad and I talk about once a week, usually on Sunday. It's become kind of a habit. My brother? Not so much.” She shrugged a shoulder.

“Aren't you close?”

She snorted, shaking her head. “About as close as two opposite poles.”

“What about your mom? Do you ever speak?”

She stopped by the edge of the water, drawing a line in the sand with her toe. Her eyes mist over a little, and I moved next to her. She looked up, and there was pure, raw pain in her eyes.