"Yeah."

"Cheese?

"Oh yeah!"

"How about an omelet?"

"Yum." I nodded.

Alexis whipped up cheese omelets, and we drank sweet wine. After I did the dishes—they didn't magically get clean and Alexis wasn't getting the concept of a dishwasher—we went back out to the beach to take a walk. We returned to the house in time to sit on the Adirondack chairs and watch the sun go down.

Alexis built a fire in the large fireplace and we made love again on ...