"Have you been up near Ellijay? It's gorgeous up there this time of year. Water ban has sucked though. No campfires," Clara said.

"You . . . camp?"

Clara looked vexed. "Why does this surprise you?"

"You just don't really look like a camper. Too damn pretty and --"

"You'd best quit while you're ahead," Henry chuckled. Clara was clenching her silverware so tightly that she'd bent her knife.

"Making judgments about my abilities? Based on my appearance?"

"No!" Shamira replied. Then she paused. Clara was dressed in a fashionable and far-too-short skirt and a gorgeous silk blouse tied off in a knot just below her bustline. While definitely athletic,...