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best thing for you to heal are deep, soothing breaths.”
    “Got it. Ice and breathe.” Colt clapped his hands together and turned his attention to Alex again. “Now let’s go, big guy.”
    “Yes! Can we take your bull into town, Uncle Colt?”
    He smiled, loving that his five-year-old nephew believed he rode a bull around town. “Let’s stick to the Chevy this time.”
    …
    Jenna helped the last kid out of the pool. “Great job today, everyone.”
    She had just finished up with her first round of swimmers, and her ten o’clock class would be here in fifteen minutes. Jenna had already corralled a few other educators to pitch in. This year she had three volunteer teachers to help with Saturday swimming lessons. Which was three more than last year.
    Taking on the extra responsibility would be beyond worth it and show the school board she was ready for the after-school program. The state had approved her petition for the grant, but left it up to the board to approve her running it. Which worried her.
    Taking a deep breath, Jenna immersed herself under water. When she came back up, she was in the shadow of a man peering down at her, and she about swallowed all the pool water in shock.
    “Well, well, well. I never took you for a water-baby…baby.” Colt stood near the edge of the pool and—did he just wink at her? She was two seconds away from grabbing his heel, yanking him into the water, and bolting for the nearest exit.
    With the sun at his back, Jenna let her gaze linger, momentarily caught up in the tantalizing shadow of his muscled frame.
    “Ah—I…what are you doing here?”
    Lily had said Colt was coming to town and told her about his minor injury. But Jenna assumed it would be the usual “one night stay, no big deal” kind of thing and she wouldn’t even see him.
    Colt’s smile widened when Alex called from behind him. “Hi, Miss Jenna!”
    “I’m just dropping my nephew off for lessons.”
    The bill of Colt’s baseball cap hid his eyes from the light, but Jenna felt that intense blue gaze rake over her, as if he were trying hard to peer through the water. She squirmed and suddenly the water felt colder. Or was it her skin that flushed hotter? “When will you be leaving?”
    “I thought I’d hang around for a bit. Maybe monitor your breaststroke.”
    “I meant town. When will you be leaving town ?”
    “Trying to get rid of me already?” He knelt, resting his forearm over his bent knee, his handsome face way too close to hers for comfort. “If memory serves, last week I couldn’t keep you away from me.”
    She gasped and pulled herself up on the ledge, nearly knocking his nose with the top of her head. Too bad she didn’t. When she stood, dripping wet, to face him, she thought she heard him groan.
    “May I speak to you in private please, Mr. McCade?”
    …
    Mr. McCade? What was with all the formality? He followed JJ’s pensive glance around. Parents and kids were filtering in and out.
    “You can do whatever you’d like in private with me,” he whispered.
    Her lips pursed. Not the response he was going for. JJ turned to another woman in the pool. “Mary-Lou, I’ll be right back.”
    The woman, obviously one of the other swimming instructors, nodded.
    JJ stomped past Colt, grabbing a towel off a nearby bench and wrapping it around her waist. Damn shame. Her lush little ass in that red bathing suit made Colt instantly hard. He followed dumbly after her, only stumbling once…okay, twice.
    My God, the woman was fine. He’d known this, but seeing her wet, with her skin shining in the sun, she was damn dangerous. All that hair—hair he’d tangled his fingers in—looked midnight black when drenched.
    Weaving around the back of the office by the pool, and out of sight of all the onlookers, JJ threw open a door and beckoned Colt inside.
    The supply closet. Nice.
    He stepped in, shut the door and reached for her hips.
    “You need to leave.”
    “But we just got in here. We haven’t