Page 54 of Love At The Shore
Of course you do. The bubble bath, remember?
Did she really like bubble baths, though? She honestly had no idea. She normally barely had time to shower, much less soak in the tub.
Maureen narrowed her gaze. Why did Jenna get the feeling she too didn’t believe Jenna knew how to relax? “You promise?”
“Swear.” Jenna held up her hand as if she were taking an oath.
Maureen nodded and shifted the car into drive. “Okay.”
Jenna backed up to give them plenty of space to pull away. “Drive safe.”
She waved until Maureen’s car disappeared from sight. Then she took a deep breath.
She could do this. Totally. What kind of person didn’t know how to chill out?
Tank barked from the opposite side of the patio fence.
Don’t answer that, pup.
So much relaxation was about to go down. Jenna would relax all night, even if it made her miserable. But as she climbed the steps toward the deck, her stomach growled. Her pancake breakfast had been hours ago, and she’d been so busy getting the kids packed up for their sleepover that she’d skipped lunch.
First things first. She’d make a nice dinner for herself andthenshe’d relax.
Last night’s supper had been meatloaf, and there was just enough leftover ground beef for a nice sized burger. Jenna put it on a plate along with a slice of cheese and headed out to the patio to fire up the grill. Because as everyone knew, grilling during the summertime was fun. It probably even counted as relaxation.
But when she flipped the switch of the gas grill, nothing happened.
“Oh, come on. Really?”
She tried a few more times, just to be sure. It was no use, thought. The grill refused to light.
Jenna sighed and looked longingly at Lucas’s shiny silver grill on the other side of the fence. Tank immediately started barking. What was with that dog? It was almost like he could read her mind.
She was definitely thinking about sneaking to the other side of the patio and borrowing the grill. Lucas wasn’t home, and after all, he’d reached over to her side and stolen her manuscript without permission. He owed her one.
Plus he’d never have to know.
She picked up the plate, but before she could take a step toward frenemy territory, Lucas called from inside the house, “Tank, come eat.”
So much for being sneaky.
Jenna put the plate down and sighed. When had he come home? “Hello? Lucas?”
Several seconds passed before he finally stepped outside.
“I’m sorry.” He closed the door behind him. “I can barely hear you over that fence.”
Very funny. “It never gets old, does it?”
“Nope.” He planted his hands on the wooden divider and grinned.
Fence jokes aside, he looked almost happy to see her.
Jenna’s stomach fluttered…which she attributed to hunger. She cleared her throat. “I was wondering if maybe I could use your barbecue. I just have this one thing.”
Instead of answering her, Lucas glanced around. “Where are the kids?”
“Birthday party.”
