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Max’s accented English delivered in a deep masculine voice vibrated to her insides. Its cadence sent a delicious tremor through her system even though the night was warm. “I hoped you would come to the pool. Swim with me.”

His ardent demand was whispered with a pulsating urgency that said his life wouldn’t be worth living if she didn’t consent.

“I’m not wearing a swimsuit.”

“Does it matter?” came the breathtaking question.

With great daring, Greer slipped off her gold sandals, left her gold watch and gold lamé clutch bag on a table near the deep end of the pool, then dove in headfirst—still fully clothed!