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He nodded and liked that she mentioned a next time. He saw her quickly get to her feet and saw her pole bending. She caught something.
“Do you need help?”
“I’m a woman. I’m not helpless.”
Brett ran his hand over his mouth so she wouldn’t see him grin. He watched her reel in a big bass. Setting his pole down, he ran to where he’d put the net on the grass, picked it up, and made his way to her. He held the net under the fish, and she lowered it into it.
“That’s a big bass,” he said.
“He fought for sure.” JoJo placed her hand into the net, put her thumb in the fish’s mouth, and pulled him from the net. She slid her hand down over the dorsal fin so as not to get stuck and gripped the fish in her hand.
Brett watched her remove the hook, squat, and let the fish go. She smiled at him, and he couldn’t help but smile back.
“You know what you’re doing.”
“My dad and I used to fish every weekend at the pond on his ranch. I only do catch and release, though.”
“Same here. My dad taught me too. Great catch, JoJo.”
She beamed a smile at him. “Thank you.”
After a couple of hours of fishing, they washed their hands in the pond and packed up to return. She caught more than he had, but that didn’t bother him. He was having a good time.
Once they had cooled the horses, they walked across the yard, entered the house, and sighed when they entered the cooler air of the kitchen.
“That pool will feel nice,” JoJo said.
“Unless it feels like bathwater. Even a pool won’t cool you down if it’s too hot out.”
“That’s true. Where can I change into my suit?”
“The hall bath is fine. I’ll use the master bath. My trunks are there. You can go through the bedroom for the pool.”
“All right. I’ll see you soon.” She reached into the cake bag and pulled out a black swimsuit. It looked like a one-piece. Damn. He was hoping for a bikini.Damn, could you be more chauvinistic?
Heaving a breath, he entered the bathroom, stripped off his clothes, and pulled on the trunks. He opened the door and looked toward the doors leading to the pool to see her in the water. He watched her swim a few laps. Then he took a deep breath and walked outside. After setting a few towels on the chaise lounge chair, he walked to the pool, dove in, and did a couple of laps.
He stopped at the end of the pool, glanced around, and found her standing at the shallow end. She had her back to him, and he watched her lean back to put her head under the water to slick her hair back. Then she turned to look at him, and he bit his tongue. The top of her suit cupped her breasts. And he was dying.Dying. Pure and simple.
Then she waded through the water, climbed the steps, picked up a towel, and dried off. When she turned to look at him again, he wondered how he’d been disappointed in the swimsuit not being a bikini. The one-piece she wore accented every curve.Holy shit!
He dove under the water, hoping to cool his libido down. JoJo was breathtaking, and he didn’t need to embarrass himself.
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After JoJo dried off, she sat on the chaise lounge chair, stretched her legs out in front of her, and watched Brett swim toward the shallow end.
Shading her eyes with her hand, she could see him slicing through the water, barely making a wave. Was there anything he couldn’t do?
Huffing, she lowered her hand and reached for the sunscreen on the table. She opened the top and watched Brett walking up the pool steps. She squeezed the bottle too hard, and sunscreen shot into the air.
“Shit.” She reached for a towel to wipe off.
She saw more of his body with each step as he moved up, and her mouth got drier. JoJo couldn’t look at him. She didn’t need to. That image would burn in her mind for the rest of her life, but she couldn’t stop raising her eyes to watch him.
She knew he had muscular arms, but the rest was a mystery... until now. His hard pecs and six-pack stomach were hairless, but she bit her lip when her eyes skimmed lower. Droplets of water ran down his chest, and she wanted to lick them away. Maybe it would help her dry mouth. A happy trail ran from his belly button to disappear into his trunks.
“I don’t think you need that much.” Brett picked up a towel and rubbed it over his body.
