Forty-Six

At two o’clock in the morning, Pat Gurrister announced the party was over. Monte agreed, since some of the guests had disappeared from the swimming pool about an hour before. Although he had the time of his life, he knew when to call it quits.

After waving goodbye to the last guest, he walked beside Breanna back to her apartment. It wasn’t fair to let her cleanup by herself, and he’d promised her she could count on him to help.

Breanna sighed heavily as she stared at the living room. “Well, I guess it could be worse.”

He chuckled. “Yes, I’ve been to parties where the house was completely destroyed. This is nothing compared to what I’ve seen.”

“Before we get started, I’m going to go change into some dry clothes,” she said, pulling her wet T-shirt away from her body.

He didn’t want her to leave. He liked seeing her in wet clothes. He took her hands in a loose hold. “No, don’t go. You can’t change now. If you do, I’ll be the only one wet. Besides, you’ll have to wait until you’re a littl