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Vanessa suddenly kicked her legs in the water, splashing them both. “Let’s go!” she exclaimed, moving onto her feet.

Kendrick looked up at her. “Where?”

“You still owe me, and I’m ready to collect.”

He laughed. “You still haven’t told me what you’re claiming.”

“I guess then you need to get up and come on,” she said, her hands falling against her thin waist.

He shook his head. “Now I’m scared.” He lifted his legs out of the pool of water and stood up. As he came to his feet, Vanessa took his hand and pulled him along behind her.

She led the way down the stone path toward the beach. The sky above was blue-black, just the shimmer of moon and twinkling of stars lighting the ground in front of them. When they reached the edge of the water, she turned toward him, a wide grin across her face.

Kendrick eyed her curiously. “What are you up to?”

“We’re going skinny-dipping,” she said matter-of-factly.

Kendrick hesitated for a brief moment, and his eyes widened in disbelief. He cocked his head ever so slightly as he stared at her. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Ms. Harrison.”

She laughed. “Get your clothes off, chicken. You bet, you lost, I won and I’m collecting.”

His head was waving from side to side. “We need to talk about this.”

“Anything I want. Isn’t that what you said?”

He laughed. “I did say that.”

“Then drop ’em,” she said, pointing to his shorts.

She reached for the hem of her tank top and proceeded to pull the garment up and over her head.