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I’d known he would. There was never any question that he would return to England or wherever his job took him next.

We spent one night together years ago, and now we’d spent one week. I told myself we’d gotten to know each other, but that was silly. We hadn’t scratched the surface. I swam to the other end of the pool, came up for air, and then swam the length back.

As I swam, I felt the ache of my need for physical activity. My body needed to move; I needed to sweat. Even when I worked fourteen- or fifteen-hour days, I found time to run.

When I reached the other end and came up for air again, Lynx was sitting on the edge, his legs dangling in the water.

“Coming in?”

“Watching your naked body glide through the water is mesmerizing.”

“Yeah?” I said, pushing my feet from the wall so I floated on my back.

“Holy Mother of God,” I heard him mutter. It made me think of something else I didn’t know about him.

“Lynx, are you religious?”

He jumped in, swam over to me, and parted my legs; he was tall enough to stand in the water between them. I had wrapped them around his body and paddled with my arms to stay afloat. Instead, he put his arms around my waist and pulled me upright so my breasts were against his chest. I could feel his hardness poking me.

“To answer your question, not in a traditional sense.” He angled his head and kissed me. “Right now, it’s only at your altar I want to worship.” He kissed the tip of my nose. “What about you?”

“No.” I don’t know why I brought it up. I wanted to ask him everything I didn’t know, but not in such a serious way. “Any broken bones?”

“Collarbone. You?”

“Tibial plateau.”

“How did you do that?”

“Skiing. What’s your favorite color?”

“I’ve two. Tawny port and ocean blue.”

I scrunched my eyes. “That’s so specific.”

“Yes, it is.”

I leaned back and floated with my legs still around Lynx’s waist. The light reflected in the water in such a way that I couldn’t see his face, but I let my eyes wander down his torso. “How do you stay in such good shape?”

He reached out and tweaked one of my nipples. “I haven’t been this week. My regular workouts have fallen by the wayside, I regret to admit.”

“I was thinking the same thing earlier.”

The next morningwhen I got out of bed after spending most of the night having orgasm after orgasm rung out of me, I regretted my suggestion that we go for a run on the beach. I regretted stopping at the local gym afterwards even more.

By the time Lynx went through what he referred to as a light workout, I was ready for a massage and a glass of wine followed by twenty-four hours of sleep.

I got the massage and the wine, but sleep? Not so much.

—:—

My parents ended up staying in the city until Friday, and then my mother called to ask if I wanted them to stay longer.

“This is your house,” I said when she asked if I was absolutely sure it was okay for them to return to the Cape.

“We wanted to give you and Lynx some privacy.”

“Mom, please.”

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