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uh…didn’t…”
    John pressed his finger lightly to his mouth, halting his
words, and whispered in that deliciously husky Scottish accent, “Oh no, you
don’t get to take it back. But I think I should tell you, lad, that I’m not
that kind of guy.” He smiled slowly, “I don’t put out on the first date.”
    Robin moistened suddenly dry lips, the tip of his tongue
brushing John’s finger. Heat flared in John’s eyes and he shivered. His grin
slid from amused to rueful. “But…if you do that again, I might be tempted.”
    He stepped away from Robin with visible reluctance and
turned to order as the bartender set Rob’s fresh drink down, giving Robin time
to regain his composure. Or try to anyway. John certainly didn’t look as if he
was any the worse for wear from this afternoon’s events except for the bruised
bump on his forehead. Robin looked him over unobtrusively. The strawberry-blond
hair was damp and mussed as though John had just finger combed it and his
square jaw was clean-shaven. He was wearing faded blue jeans and another
Hawaiian shirt. The shirt was a little more subdued than this afternoon’s, in
dusky blues and soft green. The image didn’t fit with expensive aftershave.
Robin’s usual inhibitions overcome by whiskey, he decided to satisfy his curiosity.
    “What do you do?”
    John turned back to him, one golden eyebrow crooked in
question. “Do?”
    “Yes. I mean here you are staying in this resort…and believe
me, I know how expensive it is. You have bodyguards…and yet you look…” Robin
waved a hand at his scruffy attire. John turned to pay for his bottled beer and
for a moment Rob didn’t think he was going to answer him. When the other man
looked at him he saw the evasiveness in his eyes.
    “I’m between projects at the moment. I’m…getting away from
it all.” His mouth curved as though at some secret joke. He tipped his bottle
toward Robin and then lifted it to his lips and took a long swallow.
    Rob frowned. “And when you aren’t between projects?”
    “I work in an accounting firm, for my father. Nothing
exciting.” John put his bottle down and moved closer, again surrounding him
with his heat and masculine scent. “What about you, Robin, what do you do when
you’re not rescuin’ drowning men?” It was an obvious way to change the subject
but when Robin looked into his warm eyes he decided to let himself be diverted.
    “I teach kids to swim. I’m a coach in a small town in
Texas.”
    John chuckled and stroked his fingertips over Robin’s hand
where it rested on the bar. He had long, elegant fingers, piano-player’s hands.
“Now why didn’t any of my teachers ever look like you?” His lips crooked into
that delicious half smile again. “I never thought a plain black swimsuit could
be such a turn-on.”
    “Um, thanks. Me either.”
    Robin flushed and resisted the urge to look around and see
who was watching them. No one here cared whether another man was coming on to
him; he was only touching his hand. Hell, John could probably run his hands
over Robin’s whole body and it would only attract a few smirks and raised
eyebrows as long as no one was actually naked. His cock twitched at the
thought. Rob squirmed on his stool and nearly fell off backward, only John’s
quick reflexes preventing it as he threw his arm around Rob’s waist.
    “Whoa! Look out, it’s a long way down.” He took the drink
from his hands. “Maybe you’d better not have that.”
    Mortified, he dropped his head into his hands and groaned.
“Aw man! I’m not drunk, honestly… This shit happens to me with no alcohol
involved. The incident by the pool? Not unusual.” He lifted his head again and
shrugged. “I think you should know before we spend any more time together that
I’m a klutz, always have been.” Robin ran his hands through his hair and rolled
his eyes. “It’s how I ended up on the swim team at school instead of basketball
or football…or track for that matter.