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to her waist when she twirled around and motioned for him. “Are you coming, or are you too afraid?” she yelled and then laughed.
He pulled his boots and his socks off and ran out to meet her. When he got close enough to grab for her, she screamed and dove under the water. He dove under too and swam as hard as he could, despite his wet jeans weighing him down. Even in the murky water, he got hold of her leg. She kicked free.
“See?” she said, swimming backward and splashing water at him. “I’m not afraid.”
“Neither am I.” He lunged for her once more, seizing her wrist, and pulled her to him. To his surprise, and delight, she didn’t resist. Maybe it was because she couldn’t touch and he could. Feeling more confident than he had in years, he took hold of her around the waist and pulled her closer. They stared at each other as they sucked in deep breaths.
“I’m out of shape,” she said.
“You’re in great shape.” He couldn’t stop looking at her lips. They were so inviting and he wanted to kiss her worse than he’d wanted anything.
Emily wrapped her arms around Miller’s neck and her legs around his waist, putting them face to face, nose to nose, lips to lips. Other body parts were touching too. He didn’t dare concentrate on those.
“I think about that time we swam in the rain too,” she said. “All the time. I wanted to get you out here so I could tell you that without the little ears listening. I also wanted to thank you for being so nice to Jack.”
“You’re welcome.” He couldn’t stop staring at her lips. What was wrong with him?
She gently bit her bottom lip as she pushed his hair off his face. It was so simple yet so intimate that it sent a surge of desire through him that was so strong it nearly overwhelmed him. He had her in his arms again. How could he ever let her go? He couldn’t. Yet every decision he’d made up to this moment in his life was based upon the belief that Emily didn’t want him, that she would never come back, and that he wouldn’t want her even if she did. A few drops of rain fell around them.
She wrapped her arms tighter around his neck and shook her head. “I can’t—”
“Mooooom! You’re scaring all the fish!”
Emily sighed. “I almost forgot about Jack and Abby.”
Jack and Abby? Who were Jack and Abby? And what was she about to say? She couldn’t what?
“I guess we should get back.”
He nodded like an idiot, and, like an even bigger idiot, he let her go. Again.
***
Back at the house, Miller pulled a t-shirt and pair of sweatpants out of his dresser and left them in Abby’s bathroom for Emily. Then he went to his own bathroom and showered, which was a terrible idea because all he could think about was the fact that both he and Emily were naked in his house at the same time. Fish guts. That’s what he needed to concentrate on. Fish guts. He rushed through his shower, got dressed, and hurried outside to clean the fish they caught because there was nothing sexy about that.
Jack was watching TV in the living room.
Abby was in the kitchen, leaning against the counter and filing her fingernails. “Not interested, huh?”
“It’s not what it—”
“I know you’re not going to tell me it’s not what it looked like. I saw the way you looked at her and the way she looked at you.”
“I’m not discussing this with…how did she look at me?”
“Like this.” She held her hands over her heart, batted her eye lashes, and said, “Oh, Miller. I think I’m in love with you.”
“Very funny.”
She dropped her hands and went back to filing her nails. “She might as well have.”
He kissed her on the top of her head. “You have a lot to learn,” he said, then went out to the backyard to start working on the fish.
Abby stuck her head out the door. “I expect a raise in my allowance when this whole thing works out.”
When this whole thing works out.
She really did have a lot to
He pulled his boots and his socks off and ran out to meet her. When he got close enough to grab for her, she screamed and dove under the water. He dove under too and swam as hard as he could, despite his wet jeans weighing him down. Even in the murky water, he got hold of her leg. She kicked free.
“See?” she said, swimming backward and splashing water at him. “I’m not afraid.”
“Neither am I.” He lunged for her once more, seizing her wrist, and pulled her to him. To his surprise, and delight, she didn’t resist. Maybe it was because she couldn’t touch and he could. Feeling more confident than he had in years, he took hold of her around the waist and pulled her closer. They stared at each other as they sucked in deep breaths.
“I’m out of shape,” she said.
“You’re in great shape.” He couldn’t stop looking at her lips. They were so inviting and he wanted to kiss her worse than he’d wanted anything.
Emily wrapped her arms around Miller’s neck and her legs around his waist, putting them face to face, nose to nose, lips to lips. Other body parts were touching too. He didn’t dare concentrate on those.
“I think about that time we swam in the rain too,” she said. “All the time. I wanted to get you out here so I could tell you that without the little ears listening. I also wanted to thank you for being so nice to Jack.”
“You’re welcome.” He couldn’t stop staring at her lips. What was wrong with him?
She gently bit her bottom lip as she pushed his hair off his face. It was so simple yet so intimate that it sent a surge of desire through him that was so strong it nearly overwhelmed him. He had her in his arms again. How could he ever let her go? He couldn’t. Yet every decision he’d made up to this moment in his life was based upon the belief that Emily didn’t want him, that she would never come back, and that he wouldn’t want her even if she did. A few drops of rain fell around them.
She wrapped her arms tighter around his neck and shook her head. “I can’t—”
“Mooooom! You’re scaring all the fish!”
Emily sighed. “I almost forgot about Jack and Abby.”
Jack and Abby? Who were Jack and Abby? And what was she about to say? She couldn’t what?
“I guess we should get back.”
He nodded like an idiot, and, like an even bigger idiot, he let her go. Again.
***
Back at the house, Miller pulled a t-shirt and pair of sweatpants out of his dresser and left them in Abby’s bathroom for Emily. Then he went to his own bathroom and showered, which was a terrible idea because all he could think about was the fact that both he and Emily were naked in his house at the same time. Fish guts. That’s what he needed to concentrate on. Fish guts. He rushed through his shower, got dressed, and hurried outside to clean the fish they caught because there was nothing sexy about that.
Jack was watching TV in the living room.
Abby was in the kitchen, leaning against the counter and filing her fingernails. “Not interested, huh?”
“It’s not what it—”
“I know you’re not going to tell me it’s not what it looked like. I saw the way you looked at her and the way she looked at you.”
“I’m not discussing this with…how did she look at me?”
“Like this.” She held her hands over her heart, batted her eye lashes, and said, “Oh, Miller. I think I’m in love with you.”
“Very funny.”
She dropped her hands and went back to filing her nails. “She might as well have.”
He kissed her on the top of her head. “You have a lot to learn,” he said, then went out to the backyard to start working on the fish.
Abby stuck her head out the door. “I expect a raise in my allowance when this whole thing works out.”
When this whole thing works out.
She really did have a lot to
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