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think?” he replied incredulously.
    Shaking my head—because I knew exactly who it was—I rolled my eyes and announced, “Yeah, I figured it was Korinne.”
    With a wolfish smile, he opened up the door to his Jeep for me to slide in. Out of all the cars I’d owned, I’d always wanted a Jeep Wrangler. If I sold my Lexus I could buy several of them, and I was determined to do it one day.
    “I love your Jeep. One of these days I’ll have one, except mine will have to be an automatic and not a stick shift like this one. I tried to learn once before, but failed miserably,” I admitted, feeling slightly embarrassed. I was surprised I never wrecked any of the cars I practiced on.
    Brett put the car in gear and slowly backed out of the driveway. “It’s not that hard. I tell you what … when we come back from the lake I’ll teach you. It’ll be fun.”
    Gasping, I shook my head desperately. “Oh no, I’m not. I don’t want to be responsible for screwing up your transmission. Seriously, it’s a bad idea and this looks like a brand new Jeep.” It even had the new car smell still in it.
    Brett glared at me and actually rolled his eyes. “So?” he countered. “I trust you, Melissa. You’re not going to mess up my Jeep. What if you were stranded somewhere and you needed to know how to drive a stick. I think everyone should learn how to drive a manual.”
    I huffed. “Fine, but if I break your car, don’t blame me. This all rests on you.”
    Smiling, he snatched my hand off my lap and lifted it to his lips. “I’ll take my chances,” he murmured before placing a soft kiss to my knuckles.
    It didn’t take long for us to get to the marina where Brett stored his boat since it was located just down the street from me. On the way over I tried to imagine what kind of boat he would have and came up with one conclusion. Something big and fast was what I was thinking, but when he took me to his boat slip I was surprised to see that it wasn’t a fast one at all. It was perfect.
    At my astonished expression, Brett chuckled. “Let me guess … it’s not what you expected?”
    “Not at all,” I quipped. “I’ll admit, I kind of thought you would have a fast, flashy boat, but this right here is much better. It’s more laid back. There are so many things you can do on a pontoon boat like this.”
    “Yes, there is,” he mumbled under his breath. When I gazed over at him, he winked and shrugged his shoulders. “What? There is, and I didn’t mean that sexually.”
    Jumping onto the boat, I dropped my towel and bag on the seat before stripping off my tank top and shorts. “Do you plan on seducing me out on the high water, Mr. Walker?” I teased.
    His eyebrows shot up. “Only if you want me to, baby. I’m going by your lead here so when you’re ready I’ll be there. If not, then I’ll wait.”
    Just thinking about it made my muscles clench between my legs. Instead of answering him, I smiled and spread my towel out on the wide seat so I could sit and enjoy the sprays of water that flew up each time we bumped over the waves from other boats. How long was I going to wait before I slept with him again? I wondered. I feared the more time I spent with him, the harder it was going to be to hold out.
    We cruised around on the lake for about forty-five minutes until Brett pulled us into a little private alcove where no one was around. It was a hot day on the lake, and finding a vacant spot was almost impossible at times, but he found one. He stopped the engine and came to join me at the front.
    “Will this do?” he asked. “I thought we could hang out and talk for a while, or maybe go for a swim.”
    I cringed at the thought of jumping in the lake water. I’d been out in it a lot, riding jet skis and riding on boats, but I’d never had the desire to actually swim in it. Not only did I think the water was dirty, but I was always afraid a dead body would float up. The movie The Cabin by the Lake had turned me off of