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back of her hand, to trace a light but electric path up her forearm.
    She shook her head, dumbstruck by both his words and his touch.
    A shiver ran through her. She noticed every runnel of water across the muscle-hugging neoprene, felt the stir of his breath and the goose bumps rising on her skin.
    “The agreement stands.” Slowly, as if she were an animal he was afraid might startle, he reached out and put his hands on her waist, his fingertips almost meeting in the small of her back. He pulled her to him.
    Knee to the groin, she told herself, blood thumping hard through her arteries. Or a chin strike and a heel slide down the leg to crunch onto the foot . And yet…and yet she did nothing.
    “One kiss,” he murmured. And, oh, those green eyes, lids halfway down. His lips covered hers, lake water mixing with the taste of his mouth. She swayed and closed her eyes. The brush and press of warm lips melted whatever resistance she might have summoned, and she felt warmth between her thighs. Beneath her hands was the moist slickness of his wetsuit, and beneath that the shift and glide of muscle. She clutched at him, lost, drowning in sensation.
    Whatever time passed, she couldn’t say, as she answered his kiss with the instinctive movements of her body, pressing against him, groin to groin. She sighed as his mouth left hers to journey with a trail of kisses down to the hollow of her neck and farther, to where her breasts swelled above fabric. He glided his broad hand across the thin T-shirt, from her waist down her back, fingers curving into her bottom and drawing her closer. Then he stopped. She hung there in his arms, with her head back and lips parted, inviting more of his caresses. Through the languor, she was aware of his gaze, though her eyes remained closed.
    He leaned in, warmth stirring the lock of hair at her ear as he murmured, “I see our agreement is to your liking. Later then, we will continue this.”
    He released her, and she staggered a little, then recovered.
    Every part of her ached with longing, her vulva wet, swollen, and so sensitive, the pressure of her jeans between her legs sent out a ripple of pleasure.
    She should tell him no. She should. And she shivered and lifted her head only to find him gone. Water gurgled as it washed together where an arrow of disturbance mapped where he’d gone. Underwater, again. People walked past, silent, as if shocked at what they’d seen only moments before.
    One of them, a young woman she called Bug Lady, waded past like a strange new species of flamingo, jeans tucked into galoshes, notebook in hand, her sleek black tresses caught neatly by a silver clip, her hands encased in a pair of black gloves. She was a university type who studied the wildlife. A pair of little yellow sunglasses were perched on her nose, and Danii could tell that behind them, Bug Lady’s eyes were examining her.
    And Danii didn’t care at all, only wondering at what had come over her. She squeezed her hand over the dogs’ leads until it hurt, as if that would make everything normal again.
    Did I imagine it ? The grass at her feet was wet but held no footprints. No paw prints either. She tested her own bare feet, pressing down on the grass. The lush stiff blades sprang upright too quickly to leave a trace for long.
    Near the lake’s edge, stirred-up mud swirled. Something had been there. There was always an explanation.
    She squinted out across the water, daring him to appear, feeling…watched, by something out there. She sucked in her lower lip, let it slip across her teeth. This was ridiculous.
    He never emerged, at least nowhere that she could see, and at last she gave up and turned aside to go back to her car. The dog leads were still trapped in her right hand—the woven cord having left imprints on her flesh. Killer and Jugsy, who’d been waiting patiently on the grass, climbed to their feet and followed her. She picked up the butterfly hat as she went past and let it swing idly from