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She laughed. “Yes. In the lake.”
“I don’t have anything to wear.”
She rolled her eyes. “You can swim in your underwear and go commando afterward.”
He laughed. “Of course I can.” He let his gaze travel over her, and she felt her body respond. “Are you going to swim in your underwear, too?”
She bit her bottom lip, then shook her head. “I brought my swimsuit.” She hurried inside to change into it. If she stayed out here with him looking at her like that, she wouldn’t be responsible for her actions. They’d had great physical chemistry when they were younger, and it didn’t seem to have diminished any over the years. If he’d suggested they spend the rest of the afternoon in bed, she would have found it hard to refuse—even though her mind didn’t want to go there yet, her body wasn’t interested in all the complicated reasons why not. It just wanted him, and it wanted him now.
She took her bag into the bedroom to change into her swimsuit. There were big picture windows in here, too. She looked forward to waking up to that view of the lake—and no, she wasn’t going to allow herself to wonder whether Marcos would be waking up beside her. He shouldn’t. She shouldn’t be doing this. She should make him explain why he left her. Why he moved back to Sicily after college. They hadn’t ever made any real big plans for their lives, but she’d believed they would spend them together. He’d talked that way. She hadn’t had unrealistic expectations; he’d simply changed his mind and left.
When she went back out into the living room, he was standing with his back to her, looking out the windows at the lake. Shivers ran down her spine at the sight of him. Broad shoulders and narrow hips—and a gorgeous ass! She’d always loved his ass. She smiled to herself, remembering how it used to drive him nuts when she bit it.
He turned around and let his gaze run over her. Damn. If he kept doing that, there was no question he’d be waking up in that bed next to her.
He smiled. “You look amazing, Molly.”
“So do you. Are you ready?” She couldn’t hang around here talking about how attractive they still found each other.
“I found towels.” He pointed to two beach towels he’d placed on the back of the sofa.
“Great. Let’s go down there then.”
They went out through patio doors and down the steps that led down to the beach.
“Look!” Moly was thrilled when she spotted a firepit surrounded by Adirondack chairs and a couple of loungers down closer to the water.
Marcos smiled. “It’s set up well. Ben does a great job.”
“It’s great. I love it. Come on.” She kicked off her flip-flops and waded out into the water.
“How cold is it?” asked Marcos.
She laughed. “You’ll have to find out for yourself.” She turned and waded out a little farther, then launched herself in and swam out a little way. It was chilly, but not terrible.
Marcos was making faces as he waded in.
She laughed. “Come on. Don’t be a wuss; it’s not that bad.”
He rolled his eyes at her. “It might not be that bad as far as chilly mountain lakes go, but it’s not exactly the Mediterranean, is it?”
Molly’s laughter died in her throat. She set her feet down to counter the feeling that he’d just knocked them out from under her. No. It wasn’t anything like the balmy blue waters of the Mediterranean. And she wasn’t a wealthy Italian heiress either.
The look on his face told her that he realized his mistake. “I’m sorry, Molly. I didn’t mean anything. I was only trying to make excuses for my cowardice about cold water.”
She shrugged. “It’s fine. I’m going to swim.” She turned away from him and swam out into deeper water. She knew he hadn’t meant anything bad, but he’d touched a nerve, and she needed a few moments to herself to get past it.
She was a strong swimmer. She loved the water; it felt so good, so cool against her body, contrasting with the warm sun beating down on her head.
After a few minutes, Marcos appeared by her side. “I’m sorry.”
She tested to see if she could touch the bottom, but she couldn’t. “It’s fine. Can we forget it?”
He nodded and reached his hands up to push his hair back.
“Are you standing up?” she asked.
He chuckled. “I am. You’re not, are you?”
