Chapter Twelve
IT WAS SATURDAY morning, and it was beautiful outside, a perfect day to kick back by the pool and soak in some rays. Karla squeezed herself into the skimpiest bathing suit she could, grabbed a towel and the latest smut book she was reading—or pretending to read—and headed to the condominium’s pool. The sun was beating down on the concrete and she was at least glad she remembered her sandals. It was barely nine in the morning and, while the sun was somewhat hot, it wasn’t unbearable, yet. She should at least be able to get in a couple of hours of free tanning before melting back into her condo.
As she slipped through the gate opening, she heard the squeal of a little girl. There goes a peaceful morning. She sighed as she glanced around to see who made the noise. She didn’t
