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Show Woodworth/155 Kathy leans into the grill, pushing aside ashes. "Careful," Gray says, grabbing her by the waist. "You are going to incinerate yourself, and then we'll eat you for dinner." He continues to hold her from behind, and she places her hands over his. "You win. But only by brute force." "That's my role. As man of the house. I've got no choice but savage force. And you have no choice but submission. So run get us something to cook on this perfect fire, while I attend to our guests." Kathy disappears into the house, and Gray yells after her, "Hey, give us some light out here." Almost instantly, lights come on from the bottom of the pool, and torches from around the patio shed a subdued light. "I was going to turn them on, anyway," Kathy yells from the door. Grayson gives them a "Isn't she impossible?" grin. "Who needs a re-fill?" he asks. Ruth hands her glass to him immediately, avoiding Ned's glance. Out of the corner of her eye, she can see him raise his glass, and then return it to his lap. "I think I'll wait until dinner's ready," he says. 'Damn him, anyway, she thinks. Always judging. Should tell Gray no, now. Just to show him. Don't need it. But it's too late. He's already filling it. "Are the girls coming home for Labor Day?" Kathy asks, handing a platter of hamburger patties to Gray. "I don't know," Ruth says. I haven't been able to get ahold of them. Sometimes I wonder if Megan even lives at the number she gave me. She's almost never there." "How is Meg doing?" Gray asks. "She's doing well, it seems like," Ruth says. |
