Sam's hope that her mom wouldn't notice the tension between them, was futile. They only had time to put their stuff down, and her mom was already looking at her questioningly.
"Sam help me with drinks. Amber go through to the back, Alice has the grill going already." She smiled. "We're having steak and salad."
"That sounds great," Amber said a forced smile on her lips. She went looking for Alice and the grill.
"What did you do?" Diane asked Sam when they were alone.
"Nothing!" Sam tried to look innocent. "Why do you think I did something?"
"Because you look as guilty as a nun caught with her skirts up. And she can't look at you without blushing." Diane handed Sam two beers. "So?"
"I didn't do anything." She emphasized the 'I'. "We did." Sam pointed in the direction of the back p
