The summer sun was soon slipping behind the mountain tops and the cabin was slowly bathed in a soft glow from the big stone fireplace at the end of the room. Becky stood up, stepped behind Joe's chair and began rubbing his neck.
Joe stretched his neck and took a big gulp from his jar. "I don't mean to be a bad host, Jennie, but I've got a little chore to perform in our bedroom. You and Paul are welcome to continue your conversation and enjoy as much of our home brew as you would like."