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not. He felt as though he’d been thrown into a bucket of ice water. He surfaced, coughing and choking.
    “Holy shit! That’s freezing! How do you swim when your muscles contract like that?”
    Veronica turned back and smiled as she swam a few strokes away from him at a leisurely pace.
    “You get used to it. I actually prefer when it’s this cold. It cools me down quicker than later in the season when it’s as warm as bathwater.”
    Raul shrugged his shoulders a few times then dove into the water again, to surface next to her.
    “The only water I’ve ever swum in besides pools is the Pacific off the coast of California, and the Caribbean. Both of them are a hell of a lot warmer than this! It feels like you dump ice cubes in here!” He looked around suspiciously. “You don’t, do you?”
    “Nope. But the ice only starts to melt off the lake in March and doesn’t really disappear entirely until April. It’s only mid-May, so it hasn’t had a chance to warm up yet.”
    “I’ll bet the fish line up to chomp on your lines, just so you’ll pull them out so they can warm up.” He shivered.”Being thrown into a frying pan sounds really good about now.”
    Veronica floated on her back. “Yeah, but there’s the whole beheading and boning thing first. I don’t think you’d enjoy that so much.”
    If I wasn’t so damn cold Big Rod would be glad to bone you, honey! Jesus Christ, it’s fucking cold! I think my balls have crawled up so far my sac is empty! I hope my boys remember the way back down!
    Raul gave up trying to keep up with Veronica after a few minutes and retreated to the relative warmth of the shore where the light breeze made every hair on his body stand on end. He grabbed one of the towels and vigorously dried himself off while he watched her doing laps back and forth.
    He sat on the rock and waited for her to be done, then wordlessly handed her the other towel when she got out of the water.
    Her nipples look like they could cut glass. Shorts so wet they’re clinging to her mons…I wonder if she enjoys the feeling of the seam rubbing on her clit like it looks like it’s doing? If she just walked over here I’m at the right height to latch my mouth onto her…
    “Too cold for you, huh?” Veronica teased while she pulled off the elastic and dried her hair.
    Raul was hit with a sudden urge to stick his hands into that mass of silvery-gold curls. He wanted to bury his face in it. He’d recovered enough to want to bury more of himself in her, but he tried to get his mind off of that enough to talk to her.
    “I suppose I’ll get used to it…maybe,” he began. “But I’m really looking forward to a long, hot shower right about now.”
    She nodded. “Not only will it warm you up, but it will make your tired muscles feel good. You just gave them a really good workout, so you need to reward them.”
    “I intend to.” He thought of other ways to reward his body and pushed his towel back onto his lap lest she notice the increased tightness in his damp shorts.
    Veronica sat on a rock close to him while she combed her fingers through her hair to get rid of the snarls.
    “How are you going to spend the rest of the day? Napping to get you ready for tonight’s partying?”
    Raul tried not to glare at the relatively innocuous question, but he couldn’t keep his voice from sounding sharp.
    “Uh, no. I’ve got a lot of reading and memorizing to do before Jared gets here. You have no idea how long it takes practicing to be able to say someone else’s words and make them convincingly sound like they were your idea.”
    Her eyebrows rose at the acerbic tone in his voice, but one look at his exhausted demeanor made her chalk his attitude up to being tired after unaccustomed physical activity.
    “Do you have the script as an actual manuscript? Or is it loaded onto some kind of e-reader?”
    “It’s a manuscript…wait..what? You’ve heard of e-readers up here? What use would they be when you can’t