Touch Me, Daddy
Well, they can join the damn club.
“There must be something.” Rounding the bar to start loading a second refrigerator, I steal measuring glances at Sadie as she works. She seems fine. A little flushed, maybe, but then we’ve been in the sun all afternoon, and I’m keeping an eye on that. Already made her sip her way through two big water bottles. Already made her apply sunscreen as I stood over her, glowering whenever she missed a spot. “You liked the lifeguard thing.”
Sadie hums, lifting a Pinot Grigio from the crate and scanning the label. “You’ve got me there, boss. I do like it when people don’t drown.”