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wonder about his choice of bedroom for her, but not for long, since he had come out of his room in the worn denim cutoffs that clung lovingly to every muscular curve, with a beach towel around his neck.
    Ginger stopped in the bathroom doorway, trying not to drool at the sight of him naked to the waist.
    He gave her a calculating look, then said, against his better judgment, “I need to clear my head, so I’m going down to the water for a swim.  Wanna come?”
    Damned if she didn’t!  She found herself nodding even before she’d even really thought of what kind of response she wanted to give to him, but by then she was committed.
    “I’ll meet you downstairs by the back door.”  He then added, “Don’t keep me waiting.”
    That sounded suspiciously like a command and she rankled, thinking up ways to delay, but if this man was as dominant as she thought, and perhaps even into spanking, that might not be the best idea.
    Still, she wasn’t about to let him think he could order her around, so she took her time changing into her suit and retrieving a towel from the linen closet.
    When she finally appeared before him, his look was not reassuring, as if he knew she had deliberately stalled, just to prove a point.
    All he said was, “Follow me.”
    She had never been to this lake before, so she didn’t know much about the lay of the land, and was relying on him to get her to wherever the best swimming hole was.  Since they had a beautiful beach right in front of the house, she figured that wouldn’t take much time.
    She was wrong.
    They had trekked for a good fifteen minutes before he finally said, “We’re here.”
    It was a gorgeous spot.  The sky was clear and the moon was full, and it was almost as bright as daylight out, although she was glad to see that he had brought a small lantern, too, which he left on shore.  It illuminated a small sand beach where it was wonderfully quiet - away from the loud sounds of the family playing poker and drinking - but mostly drinking.
    It was the height of summer, and the water was quite warm.  Sean waded right in, but then he knew what the bottom of the lake was like.
    As if he sensed her hesitancy, he said, “It’s a clean sandy bottom, no rocks or anything, and there’s absolutely no seaweed or marshy grasses here at all.  There are very few spots of that anywhere on this lake.  If you feel anything plant like underfoot, it’s just leaves or twigs from the surrounding trees.  So you can walk right out, although it does get deep pretty quickly.”  He swam in a ways, and then stood with the water up to his neck.  “Another step and it’s over my head.”
    Ginger loved the water; had since she was a kid.  She swam like a fish, only she hadn’t really ever swum at night.  Her mom was the type who dragged her kids out of the water as soon as the sun started to set.
    It was intoxicating, though, however cold, she thought as she made a shallow dive to wet herself entirely.  It was so quiet - almost eerie - as they were serenaded by the crickets and the loons .
    She floated on her back, dulling her sense of hearing, feeling as if she was in another world, with everything shaded silver and gold in the moonlight.
    Sean watched her, as covertly as he could, as she floated there, staring up at the sky.  She wasn’t classically beautiful, but that was fine with him.  He’d never gone for any woman specifically because of how she looked, anyway.  And her hair was much shorter than he would have preferred.  The color was gorgeous - and he didn’t care whether it came from a bottle or not - but he preferred long hair on his woman - as long as she could grow it.
    He’d even volunteer to brush it for her.  When he found the right woman for him, he knew that hair care wouldn’t be the only purpose he’d have for her hairbrush.
    Ginger wasn’t rail-thin, either, which was another way he bucked the societal trends.  He much preferred a woman who looked like a