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and squirming proved fruitless as he was much too strong for her. After a few moments, she relaxed in the water and let him hold her.
     
    “You’re beautiful,” he whispered in her ear.
     
    The weight of the bathrobe soon tired her so she took it off and laid it by the side of the pool.
     
    ***
     
    Even though they had spent every waking moment together —even a few non-waking moments —for the past few days, he had never seen her in anything revealing. He loved her modesty. She reminded him of the classy women of the forties and fifties. But when she took off her robe and he got a glimpse of her true figure, he gasped. She was simply breathtaking. He had to control his manly urge to grope her right there in public.
     
    ***
     
    Feeling a little guilty for monopolizing all of Chase’s time, Delia suggested he spend the afternoon with his grandmother. Well, the real reason for the suggestion was that she wanted some time alone to shop for the perfect dress for their last night on the ship. She wished she had taken Donna Lee up on her offer to go shopping before she left DC. But she hadn’t anticipated meeting someone like Chase. He was absolutely the right guy at the right time. She didn’t feel insecure or invisible when she was with him. She just felt … alive.
     
    While looking through the clothing racks at Becky’s, the ship’s dress boutique, she tried to imagine what Donna Lee would want her to wear. In fact, she wondered what Donna Lee would do if she were about to go dancing possibly for the last time with a handsome perfect stranger.  She didn’t have to wonder too hard. Delia had memories of detailed Donna Lee exploits and one night stands. She never remembered her beautiful, confident sister ever crying over a guy. Maybe that wasn’t such a bad way to live, she thought.
     
    ***
     
    Every night ended the same way. After dancing the evening away in one of the ship’s nightclubs, they would stroll along the deck and talk for hours then kiss in front of Delia’s door. Chase told himself that as long as he didn’t let it go any farther he’d be fine. He wasn’t too attached and he could leave the ship with no strings.  In a few days or weeks he’d get over her. He looked down at the sexy black cocktail dress she wore. Okay, maybe months.
     
    “I’m not wearing underwear,” Delia giggled, suddenly snapping Chase out of his thoughts about how to end their romance. She rested her head onto his chest and nestled closer to him as they slow danced to “Bewitched” by Frank Sinatra. His whole body tightened as he resisted the urge to run his hands over the smooth curve of her butt.
     
    “Did you hear me? I’m not wearing any underwear.” Delia lifted her head and kissed the bottom of Chase’s chin. Then she kissed down his neck to the top of his chest, sending a thrill throughout his body that landed in his loins.
     
    “Delia, I think you’ve had too much to drink.” For the first time in a week, he had seen her drink more than two sips of an alcoholic beverage. That night at dinner, she’d had not one, but two glasses of wine and he could see the effect it had on her.
     
    “You’re probably right. But that doesn’t change the fact that I’m not wearing underwear, does it?” she said in a singsong voice before giggling again.
     
    He had tried to be a perfect gentleman all week. He had tried not to get too close to her even though their make-out sessions in front of her door lasted longer and longer each night.  He only let the conversation dwell on superficial things, especially after he learned that she too was from Washington D.C. Even though Delia had revealed so much about her life including her sister, her failed marriage, even about being adopted, Chase hadn’t revealed anything about himself.
     
    All she knew about him was that he and his grandmother were very close. Anytime Delia wanted to know more about him, he expertly directed the conversation toward the topic of