As she tossed it to Beth, Emma glanced down at her and said, "Here ya go, that one has had it I think."

Looking down, Beth gasped lightly. "Oh my goodness! Yes, thank you," she said standing.

Beth moved over to the counter and dropped the shirt onto a pile of dishes.

"I'm all for staying outside," Emma said, returning to her chair, a smirk on her face as she glanced at Mike.

Beth hooked both of her fingers in the bottom of her shirt and quickly pulled it off right in the kitchen, as nonchalantly as she could manage.

"That's it, I fuckin' quit, man."

Mike forced his eyes...