“All those years of dance and gymnastics really paid off,” she murmured.

That made me smile. I cracked an eye open at her and said, “I wish we’d done this years ago.”

“Better late than never,” she whispered back and tickled my side.

Bethany returned to her lounge chair, but hooked her pinky with mine while we watched the end of the basketball game. Mark was clearly struggling to keep his eye on the ball and managed to let Joe steal it for a fade-away shot from mid-pool.

“Yo, Steph! We won,” Joe shouted as he splashed a little water our way.

I shot him a thumbs up and a...