Two Tents, Part 3 by Lynn Townsend
Lane dug out her sopping wet pants and found a few foil-wrapped packages in the clammy pocket, their purpose obvious. “I even thought ahead.”
Guil swallowed, his mouth suddenly and completely dry.
“Am I muscling in on your attempts to make everything all awkward?” Lane leaned toward him, resting her fingertips on his arm. His skin prickled under her light touch.
“I don’t think anyone’s claimed a monopoly on it,” Guil responded, his mouth a hundred miles away from his mind. In the eight years since his wife passed, he’d been with…three other women. Only one had been anything more than a one-night stand.
“Well, that’s good,” Lane said. She brought his attention back to her soft mouth, that perfect bottom lip. She looked a bit severe with her hair braid
