GARRETT HART
Garrett handed the glass of apple juice to his wife. She sipped from it, and he sipped from her lips. He grinned. "Now that's the way to drink."
"This display of love is disgusting," Susan pointed out.
Garrett's porch sported a gleaming yellow paint job and white wicker furniture. Garrett and Natalie shared the "love seat" and Susan was curled in a chair. They watched Andie and Mike chase Hell Hound, Rigby, Marabelle, and the puppies around the yard. Sylvie was inside, deep in conversation with Melissa about the new boy, Roger, who'd just transferred into school. Garrett sighed with contentment and wrapped an arm around Natalie.
This was the life.
"Don't stop drooling on each other on my account," Susan said, looking at them with mock disgust. "Slobber away."
"You're just mad because I made you wear a green bridesmaid dress at the wedding," Natalie said.
