She took a deep gulp of the wine. The shockingly good wine. She looked at the bottle. “Wait a minute. Winnie hates wine. Why would she buy herself such a good one?”

“Probably because she didn’t buy it.”

She lifted her head and stared at him. “Because . . . you bought it? You set all this up?”

He held the eye contact. “No.”

She stared at him some more, and then it hit her. “Ohmigod, you think I did this?”

“Didn’t you?”

She closed her eyes. “She set us up. I’m going to have to kill her.” Standing, she looked around, certain they were being spied on by her annoying, meddling, interfering sister.

Cam stood too. “Okay, so you didn’t do this.”

She moaned. “I don’t know what’s worse, that you think I did and then denied it, or that Winnie thought I needed so much help getting your attention that she had to put it all together for me.”

That got her a smile. “Trust me, you do just fine attracting me all on your own.”

“Yeah?”

“Oh, yeah.” He nodded his chin toward the tire swing. “That thing safe?”

“I hope so. Gavin and Winnie spent a bunch of years on it. If you get some good momentum going, you can fling yourself pretty far into the water.”

“As competitive as you are, I bet you went the farthest.”

“I’m not that competitive.”

He practically rolled his eyes out loud.

“Okay,” she conceded with a laugh. “I am. But I never used the swing.”

“Why not?”

Well, this was awkward. She started to turn back to pack everything up, but he stopped her by taking her hand in his.

“Hey,” she said. “If you don’t have to tell your secrets, I sure as hell don’t have to tell mine.”

He considered her for a beat. “How about this? A secret for a secret.”

She narrowed her eyes in doubt, but he looked genuine, and she realized this might actually be too good a deal to pass up. “Okay,” she said, but then grimaced, because this was embarrassing. “I misdirected you when we were at the beach. The water thing . . . it is a phobia. I’m . . . ridiculously and overwhelmingly terrified of deep water.”

His brows went up in surprise.

“What, you think I’m not afraid of anything?”

“I don’t think you often admit it,” he said. “That’s what surprised me. As for the phobia, that was perfectly clear.”

She moaned and covered her face.

He pulled her hands free. “Tell me what happened.”

“Why do you assume something happened?”

“Call it a hunch. Plus, you just crossed your arms and looked away.”

Dammit. She dropped her arms. “One secret at a time. And it’s your turn.”