Rebecca

It was Rebecca. I raised my eyebrows as she walked towards me. It was a good thing that this part of the beach was private, because all she was wearing was a towel. Or, at least I assumed that she was naked under the towel.

"John! I didn't know you were here! I saw you from the bedroom window. Why are you here?" she asked.

"Your mother invited me. I'll be here for a few days," I replied, trying not to look at her scantily clad body.

I wasn't succeeding very well. I was envious of her husband. He was one lucky man.

She seemed to know what I was thinking. "I guess you heard us," she muttered.

"Yeah," I said.

Rebecca shook her head. "I'm sorry. I thought it was just mom and us. We weren't expecting you, and we weren't expecting my brother and sister and their spouses until later."

I merely nodded as I continued to walk. I must've been expressing my emotions on my face, because she walked right in front of me and blocked my path. "John, what's the matter?"