rking at the Michaelses？ Hampton Bays
house since graduation？or in his case； semigraduation； since he hadn？t yet received his diploma；
due to a now…infamous Viagra…stealing incident。 And while Babs had always been
friendly？bringing him tall glasses of lemon…infused ice tea as he guided the lawnmower over
Coach？s beloved lawn； urging him to eat a slice of buttery cinnamon toast when he showed up in
the morning； bleary…eyed and ready for work？for the past two days she？d been 。 。 。 well；extra
friendly。 He might have been stoned most of the time； but he was with it enough to notice that
Babs Michaelsdefinitely had a thing for him。
Doesn？t everyone？
Nate paused and focused all his energy on listening to the quiet house； but the only noise he
heard was the pounding of his stoned； nervous heart。 He brought the joint back up to his lips and
paused？maybe the pot was making him paranoid； but he thought he heard something。 It sounded
like footsteps ing closer。
Shit！Nate hastily stubbed the joint out on the rough wooden windowsill； sending a shower of
sparks onto the floor。 Great？not only was he about to get caught smoking a joint on the job； he was
going to burn the fucking house down in the process。 He tucked the roach into his pocket？ no
sense wasting it？and frantically fanned the smoke out the open window。
？Are you up here； Nate？？ Babs？s voice boomed from the bottom of the attic stairwell。 ？Do I
smell something 。 。 。illegal？ You know； I was a teenager once； too？not so long ago！？
Nate was still waving his hands frantically when Babs emerged from the top of the stairs。 A sly
smile spread across her wrinkled； slightly sun…burnished face。 Her d