Enchanted August by Bowen Brenda

Author:Bowen, Brenda [Bowen, Brenda]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
Published: 2015-04-28T23:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

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Let’s take Ethan on an adventure,” Jon said. “Want to do that, buddy? Want to go on an adventure with Mommy and Daddy?”

Of course Ethan was all for it. Poor guy hadn’t had both Mommy and Daddy pay attention to him in a long time.

“The cottage owner has a boat,” said Lottie. “A little Whaler. We could go on a boat ride. We could get a lobster roll for lunch. What do you think of that, Ethan? A boat ride? And Daddy will let you steer with him. You can help steer the boat!”

Driving made Jon think of the long road up here, which made him think of the long drive back, which made him think of the office and his e-mail. He heaved a sigh. There was so much shit he had to do that he wasn’t doing.

“You’re thinking of the crap you have to do for work, I bet,” said Lottie. She always was weirdly intuitive. Jon had almost forgotten. “If you need to go into the Harbor to the library it’s okay. It’s really fine. Ethie and I will read books for a while.”

But the thought of hearing clients whine on the phone or explaining to the partners how he would increase revenue to meet the revised forecasts made him feel sick. Jon didn’t want to do any of that.

Lottie reached for a jacket for Ethan and Jon grabbed her just the same way.

“I still have pneumonia,” he said. “Even a lawyer is allowed to be sick every once in a while. Just ask my mom.” Lottie’s tits pressed up against his chest. “Still love that,” he said. “Let’s go on that boat ride.”

She kissed him. “Pick out one of those life vests in the hall for Ethan,” she said, and he heard it as a request, not a demand. Maine was working on him. “I think the boat keys are here, with the blue float.” She picked a battered keychain from a nail by the door. “Robert left gas in it—”

“Robert?” asked Jon. He tried to keep the tiny edge out of his voice but he wasn’t sure he had succeeded. If Lottie was horny because she’d been fucking someone else up here, or even thinking about fucking someone else, he would—

“Robert owns the cottage. Robert SanSouci. I haven’t met him. Only Rose has. He seems to have a crush on her.”

Lottie swept a mess of stuff into a boat bag: sunscreen and a water bottle and a couple of blueberry corn muffins. “Beverly made these yesterday. He’s a sweetheart, even if he acts mean all the time.”

The bag continued to expand under her hand. Jon ran through what he would be feeling at home in Park Slope, where everything was such a production. Were the right snacks packed in Ethan’s stroller? Did they have backup juice and wipes and a fresh shirt? Was the rain gear stashed in the bag? Would a run to Trader Joe’s upset his naptime? And Ethan squirming and whining the whole time.

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