The Glory ( Freen❣️Becky)

27( Are you Gay )

Becky knew it probably wasn't the best idea she'd ever had-inviting Freen over for an afternoon swim and dinner. She put the neatly folded towels on each chaise lounge, wondering if she should call and cancel.

In the last two weeks they'd seen each other three times, twice at Alice's for lunch and once for dinner when she'd met Sam's family. She had been surprised they'd included her in the family dinner. She didn't know if it was Alice's doing or Freen's. She had enjoyed herself nonetheless, but she and Freen hadn't had a single moment alone.

She remembered Freen's hesitation when she'd invited her to come over. Yes, they would be completely alone, something that hadn't occurred in nearly two months, not since the afternoon they'd gone house hunting. Whether it was wise or not remained to be seen, but she missed her.

God, I hope she wears a bikini.

She shook her head and smiled at her thought. No, it would definitely be better if Freen did not wear a bikini. In fact, the more she thought about it, the idea of them swimming was looking worse and worse. Kovit was no longer there to act as an unwitting chaperone; it would just be the two of them.

"We're adults, for God's sake," she muttered. Besides, Kovit had quizzed her extensively after Freen's last visit. She had assured him that there was nothing going on with Freen. They were friends. Nothing more. For all of Kovit's brave words regarding her happiness, she could tell he was upset that she and Nop were divorcing. She suspected the only thing worse would be to find out his mother was having an affair with another woman. Which would not happen. She and Freen had each said there would be no affair.

Then why was she so nervous? Well, she had no more time to contemplate it. She heard Freen drive up, heard her truck door slam. She hurried back into the house, taking one last look around, making sure everything was in its place before answering the door.

"You got furniture!" Freen exclaimed as she inspected the great room.

"Yes, finally. None of which I have used yet. I spend all my time in the other room," she said, leading Freen back toward the kitchen.

"So you are enjoying your house?"

"Very much. It's been fun decorating it the way I want. Of course I've not had my parents over yet. I can only imagine what my mother will say."

"It's a great house, Becky. If you like it, then that's all that matters."

"I do love it." She laughed. "In fact, I could probably live with just my bedroom and this," she said, waving at the open kitchen and informal sitting room.

"Glad you got the pool, huh?"

"Oh, yes. I've enjoyed the patio immensely." She pointed at the bag Freen held. "Did you bring your own dinner?"

"Wine. I wasn't sure what you were having," Freen said. "But I see you're stocked," she said, motioning to Becky wine rack.

"I got it last week. I didn't really need one that held thirty bottles, but I wanted one with a wineglass rack too," she said.

"What are we having, by the way?"

"You don't trust my cooking?"

Freen looked at her skeptically. "Do you not remember your attempt at spaghetti?"

Becky laughed  and took the wine from her. "Well, like I said, you're very hard to cook for. So I stuck with Italian but ordered some dishes from Sapori D'Italia," she said. "We'll just have to warm them later."

"Good idea."

They were quiet for a moment, and Becky tried not to stare, envisioning what Freen was wearing beneath her clothes. "Feel like a swim?" she finally asked.