“In town? Yes, of course.” She grinned. “I am not going skinny-dipping with you in the daylight, Isaac Lahey. This is a resort town, and there are all kinds of people here, and just no.”
“Spoilsport,” he mumbled petulantly, voice muffled as he licked up and down her collarbone, before pillowing his head on the swell of her breasts. “It’d be entertaining for the locals and the guests?”
“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.”