Laura reluctantly lifted her head when the band announced they were taking a break. She would have been content to stay where she was, leaning on Bill's chest.
"Drink?" he offered.
She nodded and let him direct her toward the bar. As he was being served, she was accosted by Sandra and Zak.
"What's going on?"
"Nothing," she replied truthfully.
Zak shook his head. "You and my father? I don't believe it."
She had only said the same thing less than an hour ago, but now she was insulted as to why Zak wouldn't believe she and Bill were an item. After all, they had always got along quite well. She'd started bringing books to swap with him at family gatherings over a year ago. Sometimes they laughingly argued over politics or religion or who was going to win the Super Bowl way after everyone else left these types of parties.
"I know he's always been attracted to her physically," Zak told his wife as if Laura was not present for their conversation.
"How do you know?" Sandra asked.
Zak feigned shock. "You've not noticed the way his eyes are always settled on her legs or cleavage for hours upon end?"
"Don't you think he's a little old for her?"
"What is it? Fifteen year gap? I guess that sort of thing isn't such a big deal when you get to be their age."
"Yes, but what about sex?"
Bill returned, somehow managing not to spill their drinks at hearing Sandra's last comment.
"Bill, honey," she said, the endearment slipping off her tongue, "we should—"
"Prove we've still got it?" he suggested, swooping his head.
She couldn't remember the last time she'd been kissed so thoroughly. It only took a heartbeat for her to respond.
Perhaps Bill's plan could work.