swam back over, the moment had passed.
Aron leaned against the wall, looking relaxed, now wearing his swim trunks.
This reminded her that she was still naked. “Shit!” Dayna exclaimed. “Where the hell is my bikini?”
“Right here.” He lifted his hand to give it to her. “Glad you finally remembered.”
Dayna’s cheeks warmed as she all but yanked the bikini from his hand and put it on. “Can’t believe we just did that. Have you done it before?”
“Sex ? Sí ! Many times.” He gave her a wicked wink.
“No, you idiot! I meant, in a pool.”
He chuckled and shook his head. “No. You?”
“First time in the pool for me, too,” she admitted as she grabbed hold of the edge and pulled herself out. “I gotta tell you it was invigorating.” Her earlier embarrassment was quickly fading.
“Even more than swimming,” he agreed with a teasing smile as he followed her out.
Dayna tossed on her robe. He hadn’t seen the stretch marks. If he did, surely he would’ve mentioned it. Or perhaps he was simply being too polite. The words came to the tip of her tongue, but she swallowed them. This had been such a beautiful day, such an amazing moment, she didn’t want to ruin it. Didn’t she deserve this moment of perfection? It was so rare and breathtaking that she didn’t have the heart to spoil it. Perhaps tomorrow or the day after, she would tell him. It might spoil everything between them. It might crumble their relationship before it fully began, but she was determined to tell him the unvarnished truth.
Soon, she promised herself as she flopped on the chaise and gathered her robe close around her body. Dayna accepted the glass of wine he’d poured from the bottle that sat on the table. She took a sip, appreciated its taste and glanced at the blue sea stretching as far as the eye could see. What an amazing view! And what an amazing man! She was lucky on both counts and just for today, she wanted to freeze this perfect moment and bask in its beautiful glory.
Tomorrow was another day and maybe then, it would be time to come clean.
CHAPTER EIGHT
A ron sipped the beer as he watched the game on TV. “It’s a losing battle, dude. Three for zero, these suckers are not going to win.”
Brett shook his head. “I shouldn’t have watched. This is painful.”
“If it’s that disappointing of a game why don’t you guys turn the TV off?” Jamie suggested as she peeled an apple.
Both men gave her identical looks as if they couldn’t understand how she could’ve said something so insane.
Jamie lifted her hands. “What did I say?”
“Forget it, Jay.” Dayna sashayed over from the couch where she’d been sitting. “They’re in this weird zone. Aron, aren’t we supposed to reach Graham’s house in like twenty minutes?”
“In a minute, baby! This is about to finish.” He didn’t even glance at her as he picked up his beer. “Man! I hate this.”
Dayna rolled her eyes. “He hates it, but they’re still watching. Men!”
“Men!” Mellie repeated as she wandered in, holding her sister’s hand. “What did daddy do?”
“Daddy didn’t do anything, honey.” Jamie suppressed a smile. “Aunt Dayna was talking about Uncle Aron.”
“Oh…Mom says that when daddy does something strange. Just the other day, he tripped over his own shoes and mom said the same thing. Men! ” She turned to her little sister. “That’s what she said, didn’t she, Aubree?”
Aubree nodded. “Mmm-hmm.”
Dayna stifled a laugh. “Well, when you grow up, you’ll realize that men do strange things that are beyond the understanding of a normal woman’s mind. And that’s when you learn to see stuff like that and let it go.”
“Like I would never put my shoes outside the door and then trip on them,” Mellie added. “But daddy does it all the time.” She shook her head as if she couldn’t understand how her strong and brave dad could be so dumb in this area.
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