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She instantly loosened her grip and tried not to focus on the imminent threat of drowning.

The neon orange life jacket floated near the boat. He snagged it and turned her to face him. “I’m going to put this on you, hold still.”

With one arm around her waist, he slipped the opening over her head. She gripped his shoulders and held on tighter.

His head dipped under the water.

The life jacket kept her afloat, but she didn’t release her grip on him.

He bobbed to the surface, his mouth barely above the water. “Let?—”

“Will!” she cried out as he slipped under again.

His head barely came out of the water. “Let go?—”

“Are you nuts? I’m not letting you go!” She fought to keep her grip on him.

He gripped her fingers in his, holding them in a vise. His head finally emerged above the surface. He coughed and spat out a stream of water.

“Stop trying to save me, or I’m going to drown,” he said on a gasp.

Oh.

She stopped trying to save him.

He righted himself and coughed some more. “The other night? When you said drowning was the worst way to go? Yeah. We’ll stick with that theory.”

Lucy held to the foam life vest as he attached the Velcro on the sides.

“Can you kick your legs?” he asked.

She nodded.

Her legs tangled with his as he guided them toward the shore. The thick muscles of his thigh brushed against hers and, well…damn. Even with everything happening, she still desired him. Her breaths came quickly, and her pulse pounded ruthlessly. It had nothing to do with the water, and everything to do with him.

“Don’t be scared. We’re almost there. Think of something else.” His words were raspy.

Hells bells, he must have misinterpreted her body’s inappropriate carnal reaction with panic. Think of something else. He didn’t have to tell her twice.

She ignored her body’s traitorous response. C’mon. Anything else. She spit out a mouthful of water after a small wave bobbed up.

William loosened his grip around her. “Put your feet down, you can touch.”

She did as she was told. Relief soaked through her as her soggy tennis shoes found the bottom of the lake.

He kept his arm around her shoulders as they stumbled to the rocky beach. “You don’t do things halfway, do you?”

She lifted her chin, so their gazes met.

Concern filled his eyes. “You okay?” William slid a hand against her neck and pulled her forehead against his shoulder.

Oh heavens, this was nice. Too nice. “If I say yes, are you gonna let go?”

He chuckled. “Not a chance.”

* * *

Lucy glanced up from the lunch she was unloading off the room service tray when the door to the cabin opened.

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