The sun caressed her flesh as she laid on the sand, the sound of the waves below her mixed with Clint's daughter's squeals. Karla loved the beach. She just didn't love the people who came to the beach. Unless it was men gawking at her body, she much preferred a lonely beach. She could go topless then without worrying about being turned in for indecency.She could feel Aimee's eyes glaring at her, but she didn't care. She was over her sister and her pious attitude. Who was she to judge Karla when she was playing around with two men? Miss Morality finally had men paying her attention and suddenly everything she had preached before was out the window. It was fun to watch."Hey, Karla. How are you doing today?" Clint reached down and grabbed a towel, dripping cold water all over Aimee who screamed as she tried to jerk out of the way."Living life to the fullest. How is Mr. Mom doing?"He just laughed as he stood and finished toweling himself off. "Covered in sand and salt water on a Sunday

Aimee picked out a simple red pullover and a beige pair of shorts. She had enough sun today and didn't need to get burnt any more. Granted, the sun would be down in just over an hour, but why chance it? As she slipped into her deck shoes, her cell phone trilled. Mitch.She took a deep breath before sliding the lock to accept the call. "This is Aimee.""Oh, so serious. You working on a Sunday?""Sorry. No, it's just the habit I got into back in college and have never changed it. How's it going?""Nervous?" He laughed as he said it. She must have sounded off. It wouldn't surprise her. She felt off. She wasn't expecting him to call her. Luckily, he didn't wait for her to answer him. "I just wanted to call and see how you were doing, and to tell you again that I was glad you made it out last night. I was hoping we could see each other again this week."Another date? "That sounds nice. I'll have to see what my week looks like.""Dance card all filled up, huh?""Well you know, a girl has to

Karla hated to admit it, but she actually had a good time last night. She went with the intention of stealing her sister's love interest but wound up enjoying just being there in everyone's company, instead. She even enjoyed little Abigail, and Karla wasn't overly fond of children. It wasn't that she really hated children. She just didn't like having to watch everything she said or how she behaved. She never knew what would come out of her mouth and quite often it spewed forth before she could think better of saying it. Most often, it was some off-color comment or a slutty remark she thought was funny as it bounced around in her head. It was funny when it came out, too, but it wasn't always appropriate for those under a certain age. She preferred being uncensored.Of course, the fact that she had a good time last night meant that she woke up that morning feeling somewhat guilty for her motives and behavior. She felt the need to make it up to her sister and she knew just the way to do i

The day was over, finally. Aimee felt like the last three hours just dragged. All she wanted to do was get home to a hot shower and perhaps hitting the Jacuzzi. Hopefully, no one else had the same idea and she could have the whole place to herself. She needed the retreat, although she wasn't sure why. She just felt anxious. It was weird. A knot in her stomach kept getting pulled tighter and tighter, and it felt as if it was about to snap, leaving her with a nasty mess to clean up. She had enough messes, lately.She was still confused by Karla's generosity with the tickets. Part of her wanted to take her sister at face value and think she really did want bygones to be bygones. Yet, then there was yesterday when Karla said she was ready to screw the rules and go with the flow, only to wear her sexy sundress down to the pool area, hoping to entice Clint. Aimee had been fooled then. She was worried she was being fooled again and the tickets were merely a diversion. That was the problem wit

Aimee stood outside Clint's door, her hands shaking as a weight pushed down on her chest. It was time to find out what he wanted of her, to tell him about Mitch and see how bad she may have screwed up everything. If she was going to move forward with one, she had to drop the other. With Mitch standing in front of her, she decided that Clint was the safer choice. Mitch was too unpredictable. He played a game and Aimee wasn't interested in playing any longer. If she gave him up and focused on Clint, it would also have the added benefit of ending the drama between her and Karla. She took a deep breath. She only hoped she hadn't waited too long to make the decision.She rang the doorbell.Clint opened the door, a look of surprise on his face which turned to excitement at seeing her standing there. She only hoped that excitement remained after they had a chance to talk. "Hey there. What did I do to deserve this unexpected pleasure?""I was hoping we could talk." She gripped the purse strap