Flirting and fighting were sort of their specialties. “Have we ever done it in water?” she asked, edging forward to let her toes get wet.
“A bunch of times,” he said. “We have a—or maybe had, I guess, a pool on the roof of our building.”
The roof Owen had said Shane owned. The lake water was cold as it lapped over her feet. No big deal, she told herself. She got wetter when she was in the bathtub. The bath-water was never that cold, but yeah, it was just water, just like being in the tub. Ginger inched forward, forcing herself to take steps until the water was over her ankles.
Looking into his eyes and talking helped her to forget about the movement of the cold water on her legs. “You said I used to like the water.”
“You did,” he said, still holding her hands tight. “You took part in t
