“Swim with me. Right now.” “My gown…” “Leave it on. Take it off. I don’t care.” She caught a droplet hanging from his hair. “Swimming fully clothed… That seems rather impulsive.” “It won’t be impulsive if you keep bloody talking about it.” “You are so grumpy.” “I am not.” But he was smiling. Properly smiling, dimple and all. Thea slid an arm around his neck and gave him her weight. He lifted her down into the water, blessedly cool against her hot, tormented skin.
