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commented as Bianca made her way across the grass toward Dani. "Hell, I can't even believe you have a pool!”
    "It's pretty weird," Jason agreed. "Almost as weird as being able to sit around in a bathing suit in November."
    Tyler watched Bianca settle into one of the chaises. "Dude, your aunt is hot" he said, dropping his voice to a whisper.
    Jason rolled his eyes. "She's my aunt, loser," he replied. "You can't call her hot in front of me."
    "I'm just saying." Tyler grinned. "She's not my aunt."
    Jason tossed the ball at him - hard. "She's, like, forty - two," he said. "I think you're a little too young for her.”
    "Forty - two?" Tyler repeated. "Are you serious? She looks amazing."
    Jason glanced over at Bianca. She did look pretty good for her age, now that he thought about it.
    "Plastic surgery?" Tyler asked.
    "I don't know," Jason admitted. "Maybe. People out here seem to think it's normal to get all kinds of lifts and tucks and liposuction. And she does work in Hollywood. It's all about the image."
    "Huh." Tyler took a lazy shot at the basket and missed. From inside the pool house came a loud crash. "What was that?" Tyler cried.
    "Probably just the pool guy," Jason said. "Dad asked him to come by today. He wanted to give him a tip for Thanksgiving." He crossed over to the pool house door and pulled it open. Joe, the pool guy, was trying to maneuver the skimmer out of the crowded supplies closet next to the bathroom.
    "Need some help?" Jason asked.
    "No, I got it," Joe replied. "Sorry about the noise, I just knocked over all the vacuum hoses. I'm really out of it today."
    "No problem," Jason said. "You don't need to clean the pool on Thanksgiving, though. My dad just wanted to say thanks."
    "I know," Joe said. "But I figured while I'm here I might as well skim out the leaves. It'll only take a second."
    "You're a perfectionist," Jason joked as the guy headed out with the skimmer. He knocked into a palm tree with the long handle and laughed, shaking his head.
    "I think he's had a few Turkey Day beers," Tyler murmured.
    Jason chuckled. "Game on," he said, grabbing the ball from Tyler. He shot and scored, but Tyler was close behind, immediately making another basket. Jason played harder, and for a while, the only sounds were from the ball hitting the ground or the wall.
    When Danielle and Bianca appeared nearby, Jason jumped. He'd been concentrating so hard that he hadn't even seen them get up from the lounge chairs.
    "Mind if we walk through?" Dani asked, nodding toward the pool house door. "We need dry towels."
    Tyler held up his hands. "I need a breather, any way," he said.
    "What's wrong with your towels?" Jason asked.
    Danielle grinned, glanced over her shoulder, and lowered her voice. "Joe dropped the skimmer in the water and totally splashed them," she said, amused. "He was so busy staring at Aunt Bianca that he almost fell in the pool himself!"
    Bianca nudged her toward the pool house. "Quiet, he'll hear you! And you're the one he was looking at, young lady."
    They disappeared inside, still talking.
    "Shouldn't we be helping your mother with din ner?" Tyler asked. "She's been cooking all day."
    "Go ahead and try to set foot in the kitchen. I dare you," Jason said. "It's a Thanksgiving tradition: Mom cooks about twenty different things at once while Dad spends the whole day on the turkey. Every year they almost burn the house down, but they love it."
    "Sounds romantic," Tyler said flatly.
    Jason grimaced. He'd forgotten about the animos ity between Tyler's parents. His friend probably didn't want to hear cute stories about happily mar ried couples. "You want to play anymore?" he asked, trying to change the subject.
    "I think I'm done. This sun is too strong." Tyler pulled off his T - shirt and mopped his sweaty face with it. "Besides, I'm winning," he added with a grin.
    "No wonder you want to stop," Jason joked.
    Dani pushed open the door and stepped out with a new towel wrapped around her waist. Bianca followed,