“Is that so?” she challenged, playing along. “That’s right,” I told her as I ambled down into the main part of the house. I strode right into the kitchen and perched her on the edge of the island. “Want that sweetness ripe and ready for me.” A shiver rocked her, and she gripped the counter, wiggling in the spot. She looked like a temptress there, a siren sitting beneath the hazy rays of light that danced in through the windows that overlooked the lake beyond.
