Chapter Fifteen
“COULD YOU HAVE BEEN any more annoying today?” Aimee tossed her towels toward the washroom, missing the open door and hitting the wall, instead. She couldn’t believe her sister behaved the way she did in front of Clint, but even more so in front of Abigail. It was beyond inappropriate.
“Oh please. Pull your bathing suit out of your a*s and relax. I didn’t say anything a three-year-old was going to catch. And besides, your Mr. Mom seemed to like the teasing.” Karla opened the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water. She stood by the counter as she took a deep swallow, her body covered in sweat and suntan oil. Aimee would be envious of her sister’s size six if she weren’t so pissed off at the moment.
Aimee turned and faced her sister, her hands on her hips. “Why are you be
