’ With that, she rose out of the water and dried herself with the towel. She wrapped herself up in her robe and handed Scott something. ‘Here…fi...ish your margarita.’ She winked at him and smirked. Then she furrowed her brow and pointed down to the water. ‘And make sure you save that for later!’ With that, Heather left for the bedroom to ready herself for dinner. She stifled a giggle as she walked away. Meanwhile, Scott sat in the tub with blood pounding in his temples. He so badly wanted to. They had an open slot at eleven-oh-eight. I took it and hung up.I walked into the bathroom where Tamara was finishing her make up. I told her about Steve and she took it like I knew she would. I told her I invited him to play golf and he accepted.She finished up and we went out to the kitchen."Do you think this weekend is a good time to start moving you in?" I asked."I think that would be great. I don't know how much I'm going to bring at first. Since I'm going to keep my house intact, I'll. Isn’t this unseasonal?””Yes” I said.”I hope it doesn’t rain next week, it’s my birthday.”“Yeah, let’s hope so.” I said, and started walking towards her.”Back home in Nigeria, it rains a little bit, you know, in this season. I was hoping it’ll be a bit dry, and we can like, go out…””Camile, shut up.””What?”I didn’t said anything. Instead I took her in my arms and kissed her. At first, she seemed surprised, and then her resolve softened, as she put her hand behind my head. Here, I continued to. His own lips trembled with his love for his sister, a lump hard and unwelcome in his throat.Releasing him from her grip, she turned back to the sofa. "I think Lori's under there as well. We'll have to roll it over her and then pick her up" said Emma, crying. Within a couple of minutes they had maneuvered the sofa so that it was back towards the middle of the room rather than hard against the wall. Lauren lay quite still on the clean carpet, ringed by debris and dust. Face down, her breathing.