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Emma looked at him as though he were mad.

‘Come in?’ she asked. ‘With you?’

He nodded. He was already regretting the invitation. It had just slipped out—a manifestation of his subconscious and the part of him that wanted her naked in the water with him.

‘That would be scandalous.’

Seb shrugged. ‘There’s no one here to tell.’

Emma looked around her, just to confirm they were alone.

‘I won’t look as you get in,’ Seb said. ‘On my honour.’

Emma slipped off her heavy boots and cautiously dipped a toe into the water. Seb could tell it must feel heavenly against her skin as she sighed and closed her eyes.

‘I suppose if you stick to your half …’

Seb grinned. She was coming in. He knew he should be a gentleman and insist he get out, then turn his back whilst she bathed, but he wasn’t that strong a man. He wanted there to be nothing more than the cool water between their bodies.

‘Turn around,’ Emma said. ‘And no peeking.’