She glanced out at the river. I’ve gotten to know this woman over the last five weeks, and I knew exactly what she was thinking.

“You want to jump in?”

“We don’t have time to go for a swim before today’s workout. It’s a long one,” she said.

I tore my tee over my head and dropped my shorts, before kicking off my running shoes and socks.

She just stood there, gaping at me.

“You want to take a picture?” I teased. “It’ll last longer.”

She blinked a few times before putting her hands on her hips and tipping her chin up. “I was processing. I thought we were heading inside to the gym.”

“I think we should take a quick dip and cool off before we start our workout. And that didn’t look like processing, Weeze. That looked like fantasizing to me.” I laughed because her cheeks flushed pink, and it was cute as hell.

“In your dreams, Hotshot. I’ve seen a million chiseled abs.” She reached for the hem of her tank and tossed it on the ground before kicking off her running shoes.

“So my abs aren’t anything special, huh?” I asked as she stormed past me, heading for the water.

“Nothing I haven’t seen many times before,” she called out over her shoulder, her long ponytail swooshing back and forth. Her running shorts hugged her perfectly peach-shaped ass, and my mouth watered at the sight.

She dove off the deck, and I followed her as I cannonballed into the water.

“Damn you, Clark Chadwick!” she shouted, as she bounced around from the waves I made. “Can’t you just jump in like a normal person?”

I swam toward her, pushing the hair out of my face. “I’ve never been normal.”

“That’s the first thing you’ve said that I agree with this morning,” she chuckled.

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