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A few minutes later, she shivers.

“You cold?”

“A little.”

“Come on, then. Let’s get you warmed up.”

This time she doesn’t argue.

9

Hannah

Iwrap my towel around my shoulders, and gradually the shivering stops.

Torin comes up beside me with his towel secured around his waist.

I make the mistake of looking. His skin is still wet, droplets running down his chest and over his stomach before disappearing beneath the towel. My gaze lingers there a second too long.

“Want to come back to the lodge?” he asks.

My eyes snap to his face. “What?”

He smiles, and I know perfectly well he caught me staring.

“I thought we could hang out for a while. Get something to drink.”

I look toward the lake, then back at him. I should probably go back to the cabin. I don’t particularly want to.

“Okay.”

His smile broadens. “Okay.”

“I need to put some clothes on first.”

“You do?”

I give him a look.

He laughs and heads for the truck while I pull my T-shirt and shorts over the wet bikini. We climb in, and Torin starts the engine.

“You have your laptop with you?” he asks after a while.

“No. It’s at the cabin.”

“We can swing by and get it if you want. You can use the Wi-Fi at the lodge.”

I hesitate.

I should probably say yes.

“No,” I say. “It can wait.”

Torin glances at me. “You sure?”

“Yeah. Tomorrow.”

He nods and leaves it at that.