Jennifer Faye

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as she floated in the water.

      “Not too bad for an old man—”

      “Old man. I’ll show you who’s old. Let’s race.”

      She eyed him up but didn’t say a word.

      “What’s the matter?” he asked. “Afraid of the challenge.”

      “No. I’m just wondering if an old man like you can keep up with me.”

      “Seriously? You have to race me now.”

      She flashed him a teasing grin. “First one back gets their wish.”

      Without waiting for him, she took off. He smiled and shook his head. And then he set off in her wake. His muscles knew the motions by heart. He’d swam this pool countless times over the years, but this time was different. This time he wasn’t alone.

      He pushed himself harder. He reached the end of the pool and turned. He wanted to win. Not because he wanted to be the best. And not because he couldn’t be a good loser. No. He wanted to win because the winner could name their wish.

      And his wish—

      His hand struck the end of the pool. His head bobbed above the water. A second later Holly joined him.

      “About time you got here,” he teased.

      She sent him a cheesy grin before sending another splash of water in his direction. He backed away, avoiding most of the spray.

      Holly was about to swim away when he said, “Not so fast. I won.”

      “And?”

      “And I get my wish.” He moved closer to her.

      She didn’t back away. It was as though she knew what he wanted. Was he that obvious?

      Her voice grew softer. “And what did you have in mind?”

      His gaze dipped to her lips. It seemed like forever since he last felt her kiss. There was something about her that got into his veins and made him crave her with every fiber of his being.

      His gaze rose and met hers. His heart hammered against his ribs. Was she as turned on as he was? There was only one way to find out.

      He reached out to her. Her skin was covered with goose bumps. He knew how to warm her up. His fingers slid over her narrow waist.

      He’d never wanted anyone as much as Holly. And she was the last person he should desire. She was a serious kind of girl—the kind who didn’t get around.

      She was the type of woman you married.

      The thought struck him like a lightning rod. As though she’d also had a moment of clarity, they both pulled back. Talk about an awkward moment.

      “I...ah, should get back to work.” Holly headed for the pool steps.

      It was best that he didn’t follow her, not right now. “I’ll be in shortly. I think I’ll swim a few more laps.”

      Finn groaned before setting off beneath the cool water, hoping to work Holly out of his system. He was beginning to wonder if that was even possible. He kicked harder and faster.

      The one thing he knew was that he wasn’t falling for Holly. No way. He didn’t have room in his life for that major complication.

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