“Ah, young love,” Wendy said coming up the porch steps.
Wes and Janet broke apart and gaped at her, both panting.
“Can’t catch a break today, can we?” Janet muttered irritably, slipping off his lap and wondering how she got on there at all.
“Um, hello, Ms. Meadows. How are you tonight?” Wes said, a sheepish grin on his face.
“Oh, I’m fine, better than you anyway. I hear you met Janet’s father,” she said, shaking her head in mock disapproval. “Tsk-tsk-tsk.”
