Not to be caught staring, Kit set about undressing at once, but she didn’t beat him into the water. He dove in cleanly, which led her to realize the water was deeper than it appeared. Pausing on a slanting rock at the edge, she stuck one foot in, only to draw it back with a gasp.
“It feels like ice water!”
“Probably is.” Bret bobbed to the surface, spluttered and shoved wet hair away from his face. “There’s still snow melting up on Baldy and some of the other peaks.”
He swam smoothly across to Kit, grabbed her ankle and tugged. “Come on, Boston. Can’t you stand a little chill? I thought New Englanders swam in the Atlantic on New Year’s Day.”
Caught off balance, Kit toppled forward. Bret twisted lithely aside, while she landed with a mighty splash. The chill shocked the air from her lun
