“Rachel, this is enough.” Before he could ask her nicely to reconsider, she turned and did another scan of the water.
“How deep is this?”
Uh. “Deep enough for a speedboat.”
They hadn’t moved the family boats over yet. Actually, he’d need to chat with the head of maintenance to find out why.
Still wearing only her shorts and the tank top, she dove into the lake like she was an Olympic swimmer.
Her form was spot-on and she hit the water with her freestyle stroke ready to go.
Travis gulped.
Then he turned back toward the trail.
Then he turned back toward the water.
Trail. Water. Trail. Water.
He decided he should probably—as a southern gentleman—ensure that she did not drown.
“Are you coming in?” She turned, treading water several lengths from the edge of the dock.
He shoved his hands onto his hips. “I am not.”
Her blond hair hung around her shoulders, meeting at the waterline to fan around her. Somehow her pink lipstick was still intact.
Pink lipstick that probably tasted like sunshine.
No. He could not think shit like that.
Just because he figured she tasted like sunshine didn’t mean he was going to go licking her to find out.
Once at Casa Bonita,he’d wondered what the enchiladas tasted like on Kellan’s plate. Nope, didn’t taste those, just let his mind wonder and moved on.
“Forgot how to swim?” Rachel asked, still treading water.
“I can swim,” he called.
“Then you’re just a scaredy-cat.” She laughed, floating on her back,and her boobs were so right there, two mounds above the water, and he was really wishing she would go back to the treading water thing.
“My mama terrifies me.”
Then Rachel, serious as all hell Rachel, did the one thing he did not expect.
Rachel meowed.
He couldn’t let that stand. He was not a scaredy-cat. What was he telling his mama about limits and how he didn’t like abiding by them?
Rachel laughed like he’d never heard her laugh before. “Your face. You should see your face.”
He wanted her to laugh like that. Laugh lines, not frown lines,should find their way into her expressions.
“Get out of the way,” he instructed, waving her aside.
She did as he asked, doing a side-swim to the north.
“I jump in this lake and you promise to seriously reconsider letting Brady fly.” Hell, might as well negotiate with her when he could.
