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“Sure,” Winona said The minute they left, she went into the house and looked at herself in the ht She looked like the love child of Des, fleshy arled, frizzy hair, sweat-and water-stained T-shirt She flew into the shoashed her hair, shaved her ars There was no time to dry her hair, so she French-braided it and put on makeup

Then she looked at her one-piece bathing suit It was a size twenty and unless she uess, she’d barely fit in it Perfect The first reasonably good-looking single guy she’d met in almost a year and she was supposed to show off her body on day one? That would guarantee that he never asked her out on a date

“No swiirl” Instead she chose a pair of black capris and a long white tank top

At precisely twelve-thirty, she was in the yard, carrying a cooler full of beers, Cokes, and ht be a problem for her, but food she always had

Noah wasaimlessly around the deck, and she called him inside When he stepped into the kitchen she was momentarily taken aback He’d stripped down to a pair of blue board shorts that hung low on his narrow hips When had his shoulders filled out like that? And his arms He had the lean, defined build of a runner

“Sit down,” she said, waiting impatiently for him to do as she’d asked

“Why?”

“That girl was pretty cute I saw the way you were looking at her”

“Whatever”

She gave him the look

“Whatever, Aunt Winona”

“Shearound and hiding behind your Morticia hair”

“My what?”

“Do you want her to think you’re cute?”

“Hot,” he said, eyeing her mistrustfully “Puppies are cute”