“What’s with the our Sydney. She is my Sydney.”
Both of my parents looked over at me.
“Now, now, no need to fight. We can share. There is enough of me to go around.” Sydney chuckled. “And the Cabot House is a museum. The style is Georgian, and it was built during the Revolutionary War. It was the first brick house built in Beverly.”
My father looked at Sydney and then me. “We have our very own private tour guide.”
“And she’s pretty, to boot,” I added.
“I love Salem, so being your tour guide is exciting. My grandpa loved history and educated me about it through scavenger hunts,” Sydney said.
Clapping her hands, Mom motioned for everyone to finish. “Eat up so we can get the day started!”
After helping clean up the kitchen, I pulled Sydney off to the side.
“I’m sorry we can’t drive to Provincetown today.”
With a half shrug, Sydney looked up at me. “I’m disappointed, but I’d much rather do this and get to know your parents more.”
“They adore you already. I hope that doesn’t scare you off.”
“Not at all. We’re going to have fun.” She held up a finger. “However, I do not ever want your mom to catch us almost having sex again.”
“Deal.”
I reached into my jeans pocket and pulled out Sydney’s panties. Her eyes grew wide before she went to grab them from me. I pulled my hand back.
“The undercover detective in me is still very much alive. I think I’ll keep these, though.”
“Keep them?” she asked, her face bunching up in the most adorable way. “Why?”
I winked.
“Why, Mike Murphy, do you have a naughty side?”
“You haven’t even seen naughty yet, Syd.”
She swallowed hard.
“Kids! Let’s get a move on. The day is proceeding without us!” my mother called out.
“Ready to play tour guide?”
Sydney’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “You bet I am!”
The morning had been jam-packed with a bunch of the places Dad and Mom wanted to see.
“You guys grew up in Boston, and you’ve never been to Salem?”