"It's so hot," JD gripped again.
Just like the rest of the Midwest, Denver was experiencing a record-breaking heat wave this summer. The deadly combination of triple-digit temperatures, intense sunshine, and lack of rainfall were taking their toll, forcing people to spend most of their time indoors.
Team 7 had gathered at Chris's ranch to go horseback riding Friday evening after a hard week at work. Nathan insisted they wait until the sun was setting and that they didn't ride for too long. None of the others argued with that reasoning. They were now sitting on the covered porch with cold drinks trying to cool down and enjoy the rare breeze that was blowing. Unfortunately, it wasn't enough for one particular member of the team.
"I can't take it anymore. It's so hot," JD repeated, pressing the sweating glass of lemonade to his brow.
Ezra looked over from his lawn chair. "Surely you suffered through a hot spell during your youth in Boston."
"Yeah, it got hot. But nothing like this. I mean, this is crazy. It's so hot that . . ."
"It's so hot that you could fry an egg on a sidewalk," Nathan finished.
"I did that once, ya know." Vin went over to the table and poured himself another glass of lemonade.
"Really?"
"Yep, down in Texas. And it worked. But 'fore you ask for some of Chris's eggs, it was when the sun was highest in the sky. It wouldn't work too well right now."Vin smirked at the look of disappointment on JD's face.
"It's so hot I saw two trees fighting over a dog."
"Mr. Sanchez, that is so crude."
JD frowned. "I don't get it."
Buck chuckled. "Think about it. What does a dog usually do on a tree?"
"Oh . . . eww."
"It's hotter than a firecracker lit on both ends." Chris said from his spot on the railing.
"Nice one. It's hotter than a two dollar pistol on the Fourth of July."
Nathan smiled at Vin. "I haven't heard that in a long time."
"It's hotter than two cats fighting in a wool sock."
"It's hotter than Georgia asphalt."
"It's so hot birds are using potholders to pull worms out of the ground."
"It's hotter than a June bride in a feather bed."
"Okay, okay," JD laughed, putting his arms up in the air. "I get it. It's hot. Can we go riding now?"
