“Sure, right up until one of them offered you money for me, and then we’d be trying to explain why there was an angry monster in town,” she teased. “Seriously, I’m not … ugh, what’s the word? I don’t want to, okay. Maybe at night. Or,” she said, as a thought occurred to her, “there’s ponds in the Preserve … maybe when we get back, I might be willing to go skinny-dipping in daylight with you in one of those.”
“Ah…yeah, I probably would end up turning and freaking everybody out, huh?” He winced sheepishly and nosed possessively at her neck, inhaling her familiar and comforting smell before he smiled. “I’m only kidding, Summer – that’s what baths were invented for. But you would? I’d like that…”
“You know,” she purred, “the bathroom attached to the master bathroom isn’t the best bathroom in the house. The other bathroom, the hall one, has a fifty-square foot bathtub.”