The woman comes out of the water, her skin glistening with sunshine and salt. Terri Ryan digs an elbow into her husband’s ribs. “What?” Danny asks, all mock-innocent. “I see you checking her out,” Terri says. They’re all checking her out—him, Pat and Jimmy, and the wives, too—Sheila, Angie, and Terri. “Can’t say I blame you,” Terri says. “That rack.”
