“Oh man!” Sean whispered, mischief dancing in his eyes. “She is just like you described her…only better! Please tell me those Winnebagos are real.”
“Apparently they are,” I answered dryly. “Try to maintain, okay? And for your information, baby brother, she’s a good ten years older than you are.”
“Whatever. For a cougar, she’s smokin’ hot.”
I made a face at him. “Shut up.”
My mother glowered at him. “Sean, really? Is this any kind of conversation to be having at the breakfast table?”
“Just asking,” he replied, feigning innocence. “You gotta admit they were hard to ignore.”
“Well, you shouldn’t have been staring,” she snapped, her lips pinched white with irritation. “Can’t you see that’s very demeaning to women?”
Sean eyed her with incredulity. “If she didn’t want me to no
