Page 89 of Resisting the Running Back

I widen my eyes and nod toward the cabana beside ours, angling my head in that direction. “They’re in there.”

“Having sex?” she whispers.

I make a face. “I’m not sure I want to know. We should go and let them have their privacy.”

“What if they’re doing it in there?”

“Well, at least it isn’t either of our parents in there.”

She giggles softly. “Thank God for that. But itisGrace’s dad with Spencer’s mom, right? Like mother-in-law with father-in-law?”

I nod.

And that’s when we hear it.

Distinctively and decidedly a feminine moan.

“Let’s get the hell out of here,” I whisper, and we quietly but quickly bolt the fuck out of there before Missy and Steve know that we’re onto them.

We rush away from the cabanas and only slow to a walk once we’re on the other side of the pool, where we both promptly burst out laughing.

And as we round a corner, both of us still laughing and really not paying attention, Sophie bumps right into someone who’s rounding the corner from the other side.

“Oh! I’m so sorry!” she exclaims as she backs up and recognizes the person she just literally walked into.

It’s Spencer.

Spencer Nash.

With his arm around his wife, Grace. You know…the woman whose dad is currently making her mother-in-law moan right this very moment in a cabana about a hundred yards away from where we stand.

“Uh…Spencer. Hi. Sorry. And oh, uh, hey, hi there, Grace,” Sophie says, and I think it’s some attempt at being casual after we just discovered what we just discovered, but it’s a complete and total fail.

Spencer narrows his eyes at us. “What are you two up to?”

“We were, uh, just…” Sophie looks wildly at me as she clearly needs some saving, and let’s be honest. Saving Sophie is what I do best.

“Taking a walk. What are you two up to?”

“We were going to take a walk, too,” Grace says, looking at us as if the two of us have lost our minds.

“Nice night for it. Want to walk with us? We were just heading this way,” Sophie says, nodding away from the cabanas, and honestly, taking a walk with these two right after we caught their parents about to do it in a cabana seems like the worst possible idea at the moment, but she offered, and if they take us up on it, at least we can direct them away from the cabanas.

“You’re welcome to join us,” Spencer says. “We were going to sit in the lounge chairs by the pool and look up at the stars.”

The lounge chairs by the pool are mere feet away from the cabanas, but if we go with them, at least we could direct themawayfrom the cabanas.

Except if we’re over there, they could see his mom and her dad emerging from a cabana together.

They said something about almost getting caught tonight. Well, they did get caught…and they don’t even know it. But we’ll do what we can to keep their secret safe until they’re ready to share it.

We follow them as we walk right in front of the cabanas at one point, and I start talking loudly to clue in whoever might be in there that there are people nearby.

“So, Spencer, are you ready for training camp?” I practically yell to him even though he’s just a few yards in front of me.

Sophie snickers beside me, and I shoot her a look.

“I’m ready. You?” he asks. These two are clueless about what’s going on in the cabana to their right.

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