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The man was swimming toward her corner of the pool. As Surry was trying to decide whether to get out of the water or to move over to avoid being in the way, he stopped swimming and stood up.

“Ian,” she said, surprised as she watched him wipe the water from his face.

“You were expecting someone else,” he said as he took a few steps in the pool and then bent his head down and allowed his lips to lightly touch hers.

Was this really happening? Was Ian kissing her? His lips felt so good that she couldn’t help but put her arms around him and pull him closer. She opened her mouth and hungrily kissed him until she imagined herself purring with pleasure. “Mmm,” she said with her eyes closed as the kiss ended.

Leaning into her, Ian kissed her eyelids, her forehead, her cheeks. He placed another soft kiss on her mouth and then said in a husky voice, “I wish I had known that all I had to do to shut you up was to kiss you.”

Surry’s eyes popped open. She pushed him away and jumped out of the pool. “I’m going to get dressed for dinner.”

“Don’t go. I was just beginning to enjoy myself,” Ian called after her.

With hands on her hips, she turned back to face him. “You were enjoying yourself a bit too much. And I’d appreciate it if you don’t let it happen again.” With that she swung around and left the pool area with as much dignity as she could muster.