He laughs. “Imagine if we were naked?”
“Our dicks would shrivel up to nothing.”
His laughter turns into a cackle.
“You’re right, skinny dipping is abadidea.” I shiver. “So is standing in the water for much longer.”
“You’re right, let’s go back.” He sticks his hand under the waterfall and splashes me.
I gasp, eyes wide. “You didn’t!”
“I did.”
I splash him in return. He splashes me back. Pretty soon, we’re soaked, laughing, and falling over ourselves to get back to the bank. We land on it, staring into each other’s eyes.
I stroke his damp hair out of his eyes. “This has been a great day.”
“Even though we’re drenched?”
I shrug. “We’ll dry.”
“Yeah, we will.”
We cup each other’s cheeks and kiss, tangling tongues until a dog bursts between us, barking and licking our faces.
“I’m so sorry!” its owner, a man in his mid-thirties, says.
“No problem. I like dogs,” I say.
The man clips a lead to the dog’s collar and pulls him away.
“Andthat’swhy I didn’t want to skinny dip.” Flynn wipes the dog slobber off his face.
I flop onto my back, one arm under my head, the other over my stomach. “It’s official.”
“What is?” Flynn lies beside me, his head on my shoulder.
“You’re the sensible one in our relationship.”
“I am?”
“Yes. There has to be one.”
“I guess I’m okay with that.” He strokes his fingers over my chest. “As long as you’re happy being the uplifting one.”
I put my hand over his. “I am. As long as I get to be the joker, too.”
“Deal.”
18
FLYNN
A fortnight later, Tony and I are finishing up for the day, when an unfamiliar red car enters the farmyard and stops between my car and Tony’s Land Rover.
“Expecting anyone?” Tony asks.
“No.” Then again, I haven’t checked my phone in a few hours.
