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water drop from her cheek with his thumb, the motion sending an electric shock through her body, heat pooling in her stomach and radiating from there to her limbs.
    “Well, I thought it needed to be said.”
    It was so tantalizingly close to what she wanted. But to him it was simply an empty compliment, or maybe he even meant it. But not in the way she would. He didn’t mean she was beautiful in the same way she found him beautiful. The way that made her body warm and her heart flutter.
    “Thanks for that. You aren’t so bad, either.” She tried to sound casual. Light. Like a friend. Like she was supposed to sound.
    He smiled and lifted his arm, curling his fist in, showing off his very, very impressive biceps.
    “You’re shameless,” she said, somehow managing to laugh around her stubborn heart, still lodged firmly in her throat.
    “Sorry.”
    “About as sorry as you are for dumping me in the water?”
    “Yeah. About.” He leaned in, his arm curving around her waist and everything slowed down for a moment. He tightened his hold on her, his face so close.
    And then they were falling.
    She shrieked just before they hit the water. And surfaced with a loud curse, unreasonable anger mingling with disappointment. “Zack! You jackass!”
    She moved to him and planted her hands on his shoulders, attempting to dunk him beneath the water. He put his hands on her waist and held her still in front of him, her movements impotent against his strength.
    “You can touch bottom here, can’t you?” she asked, her feethovering above the sandy floor of the pool while Zack seemed firmly rooted.
    “Maybe.”
    His hands slipped down, resting on her hips, the heat from his touch cutting through the icy chill in the water. He kept one hand there, the other sliding around to her back, his fingers drifting upward, skimming the line of her spine.
    She shivered, but she wasn’t cold. And he didn’t let go.
    His eyes were locked with hers, the head there matching the heat he was spreading over her skin. Her hands were still on his shoulders. And since he’d just moved his hands, it seemed … somehow it seemed right to move hers.
    Her heart thundered in her chest as she slid her hands down, palms skimming his chest hair, the firm muscles beneath, as she rested them against his chest. She could hardly breathe. Her chest, her stomach, every last muscle, was too tightly wound.
    His fingers flexed, the blunt tips digging into her flesh. His hands were rough, strong, everything she’d ever imagined and so much more.
    Zack loosened his hold, a muscle in his jaw jerking. She pulled away from him, the water freezing where his hands had been.
    “We should go,” Zack said, his words abrupt.
    “I … We haven’t been here very long.” She felt muddled, as though the mist from the waterfall had wrapped itself around her, making everything seem fuzzy.
    And she was glad. Because she had a feeling that when the reality of what had just happened, of how stupid she’d been, hit, it was going to hit hard.
    “Yes, but I have some things to take care of before tonight. We have dinner reservations at the restaurant down in the main part of the resort.”
    He reversed direction and swam to shore, walking out of the pool, his muscular legs fighting against the water pressure, his swim trunks conforming to his body. A hard pang hit her inthe stomach when she looked and saw the outline of his erection. Had she really gotten him hot? Was that about her?
    He turned away from her and pulled his shirt on.
    And was the arousal why they were leaving now?
    So he felt something. Even if he was running from it. Something that was at least physical.
    Her hart hammered, echoing in her head, making her temples pulse.
    Maybe she did matter to him, like that, at least a little bit? Maybe. Yes, she knew men were excited by women but this had to be personal. It had to be about her, at least a little bit. Did he think she was sexy?
    She followed him to shore,