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The light reflecting off the pool danced on the ceiling of the dark wood cabana. The white curtains fluttered lazily in the breeze, lush magnolias whispering amongst themselves as the summer air hushed through their leaves. Trish sighed and rolled over onto her belly, bored, bored, bored.

Her phone blinked at her, blue indicator light flashing like an incoming transmission from a galaxy far, far away. Stretching, she reached for it with an indolent slowness that didn’t match her excitement.

She’d been waiting for someone to message her back for over an hour.

She sighed as she saw decline after decline, Val having just come in from the pool and Charity having some dog thing with Custard. Her big, beautiful pool enclosure felt like a tropical bird cage, an oasis turned prison. She loved the lazy days of late summer—her parents off on their annual trip to reaffirm their marriage or whatever it was they did—for the freedom it usually afforded her. But David had asked them all to stay home this weekend, something about responsibilities and family bonding and other words that she thought he’d pulled from a how-to-succeed-at-business self help book.

Just as she was about to put her phone away and go lay in the sun alone, a message came in. It was from her younger brother, Connor.

Just text him already.

Trish frowned, and looked up to see Conner standing in the sliding glass door, big bowl of popcorn under one arm and phone in the other. She stuck her tongue out at him even though he couldn’t see. He waved with his phone and wandered off.

Trish started at her phone.

Should she text James? He’d probably come over. And no one was at home to care. It was tempting… But knowing her luck he’d be busy today too. Still, it didn’t hurt to ask, right?

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James straightened with a back-cracking stretch, wiping the sweat from his forehead with his shoulder. He’d promised his mom he’d get the roses re-done before school started back up, and he was running out of summer. But it was murderously hot out here, and he needed a break. He pulled off his gloves and set them on the porch, kicking off his dirty shoes before stepping inside for a glass of lemonade.

He collapsed into a kitchen chair, answering when his mother called out about a lunch break that he was too hot to think about food just yet. She told him to grab the lemonade he was already drinking, and he rolled his eyes with a smile and got out his phone. Just a quick Instagram break, then he’d get back at it.

A text came in, and suddenly his screen was full of Trish, glowing and naked save for a few triangles of fabric. He all but slammed his phone to the table as his mom came in from the hallway.

“Jamie, are you alright? You’re so red.”

“Fine, mom!” He gulped down some lemonade, cubes shifting to splash against his lip. “Just hot out there.”

She clicked her tongue and shook her head, taking a dish towel to the sink. Cool water ran, and James took the time her back was turned to slip his phone back into his pocket. She brought him the wet towel, draping it over his neck.

“You shouldn’t work in this heat,” she chided, brushing his hair from his face. “Come back later, when it’s cooler.”

“I said I’d get it done--”

“And I said it’s too hot. Listen to your mother.”

She bopped him on the nose and turned away to rummage through the fridge. “You want me to make some lunch? You take a shower and go cool down?” She phrased it like a question, but he knew it wasn’t. He wasn’t getting back out there today, at least not for a while.

“Sure, Mom.” He stood and kissed her cheek. “Thanks.”

“There are towels--”

“In the linen closet, I know. And my closet is just like I left it, I know. I love you.”

“I love you, too. You’re a good boy. Mouthy, but sweet.” She patted his cheek and pushed him from the kitchen.

Trish had almost given up on him by the time James texted back.

Looks like you’re having a lot more fun than I am :P

Lol, I’m bored, actually. What are you up to?

Gardening. Or at least I was. Mom is making lunch.

Uh. He was with his Mom. There was no way she was going to be able to break that up. Not that she begrudged him time with his Mom while she was enjoying a parent-free weekend, but… She was really bored. And she’d really liked the idea of him in swim trunks.

Ah, so me tempting you with a pool offer would be cruel?

God, a pool sounds nice right now actually. I’m sweaty. :P

Well, that was fast. She kind of hadn’t expected an answer after finding out he was with his mom. Maybe he was done for the day? She kicked her sandaled feet as she texted, hope buoying up even as she tried to remind herself it wasn’t likely he’d be coming over.

It would be just you and me. Parents are out for the weekend and my brothers are having some sort of marathon in the den. That’s why I’m hiding by the pool.

Was that a good enough offer? Trish knew she’d jump at the chance to come swimming with him if it were the other way around. But then, part of that might just be the desperation of boredom talking. He liked his mom, right?

Mm. Tempting.

She bit her lip as she smiled, already anticipating running her hands over the smooth glide of his shoulders.

Tempting enough?

Depends on what Mom’s making for lunch, lol.

Another text followed right after. Trish watched the little blue dots with growing excitement. Lemme shower, I’m gross. Call you in ten?

Sounds good.

Trish sighed and rolled over, wondering if another pic would sweeten the deal. If nothing else, it would help her pass the time.

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