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adjusted his trunks. Maybe he wasn’t far enough away after all.
    She saw him then, jumped another wave and smiled. Her breasts bounced with the rest of her body, and he stared too long into the sun, sort of wishing it would blind him. He hung his head and let his shoulders sag. Once again, he felt the weight of the precarious position he’d put himself in. It had always been a precarious position where Alice was concerned.
    She was fifteen the first time he told himself it was wrong to look. Back then, he was twenty-one, and a young man leering over the overdeveloped curves of a young teen amounted to perversion in most opinions. Her brazen attempts to attract his attention made matters worse. He looked once or twice — more like whenever he thought he could get away with it. But when he hit the campaign trail, ambition put an end to the unseemly temptation. No matter how beautiful she was, she was still a Cramer. Looking at Alice, seeing too much, feeling too much, and imagining more were luxuries an upstanding politician couldn’t afford.
    But Plain Old Justin had leeway.
    Justin looked at Alice again and told himself the lacy undergarments were no different than a bikini. She was covered — barely — and he had to get a grip.
    It’d be so much easier to do if she had something decent to wear.
    Forcing himself to stare at her until the warning bells in his head quieted, Justin splashed through the surf and stood waist-deep at her side. “We need to get you some appropriate clothes.”
    Her narrowed eyes stuck to his chest. “When you say that, I hear your mother’s voice in my head.
Appropriate
.” She squinted up at him and wagged her head in a humorless mock. “The heroic, do-gooder thing is old. You’re nothing but an uptight prude. There’s no difference between this and a bathing suit.”
    Alice stepped back and drove a stiff arm into the water, splashing him in the face.
    “Stop it.” Justin swiped at the barrage of droplets, stinging his eyes.
    She did it again.
    “I said, ‘stop’.” He clenched his teeth together and felt the muscles in his neck contract.
    She did it again.
    He didn’t recall directing his body to act, but it did, diving into the waves and winding his arms around her waist. He dragged her under, water searing through his nose and burning his throat before he raised them above the water as quickly as he’d pulled them under. They surfaced with her back pressed against his belly and her arms pinned to her side. He squeezed her there, feeling her chest rising and falling as he struggled for his own breaths.
    “Let go!” She pushed her head against his breastbone and kicked her legs out, forcing them deeper.
    Justin tried to gain leverage with his feet and fired the muscles in his thighs with her bottom pressed against them. But when the sand slipped, so did he.
    Alice got away before the water drew him under. A cold current blasted him without her body as a shield. When he surfaced, she was several feet away in waist-deep water, shaking her head in his direction. “Have you lost your mind?”
    He dragged a painful breath through his mouth and into his lungs, holding it there, hoping rationality would seep in. “You splashed me first.”
    She dragged her palms from her forehead over her hair to the back of her neck, stretching her breasts toward him. “That wasn’t very congressman-like.”
    When she said
congressman
, she tightened her voice until the tone was condescension personified. He couldn’t help but chuckle.
    Dragging his gaze from her breasts, Justin gulped more air. “My apologies. I’m not sure how I’m supposed to act, considering our colorful history and the fact that … ”
I left one woman at the altar and am leering at another.
    “I knew it!” She drove a hand into the water again, this time splashing away from him. “I knew this would get weird. You’d bring up stupid things I said and did when I was younger. Well you know what? You don’t need