“My mother raised me right. Come on in and play, Nell.” He glanced back at Lucy, who was busy paddling around with the ball in her mouth. “We’ve got a chaperone.”

Why not? she thought. She wanted to be with him. Even more, she wanted to be the kind of woman who could be with him. A woman confident and open enough to do something fun and foolish like tossing off her clothes and diving in.

The grin she sent him was quick and careless. As she toed off her shoes, he treaded water. “I changed my mind. I’m going to watch,” he warned her. “I’d tell you I wouldn’t peek, but I’d be lying.”

“Do you lie?”

“Not if I can help it.” His gaze lowered as she gripped the hem of her T-shirt. “So I’m not going to tell you I’ll keep my hands off you once you get in here. I want you wet and naked, Nell. I just plain want you.”

“If I wanted you to keep your hands off me, I wouldn’t be here.” She took a deep breath, started to peel off her shirt.

“Sheriff Todd! Sheriff Todd!”

“There is no God,” Zack grumbled as the lovely glimpse of creamy flesh vanished under Nell’s hastily tugged-down shirt. “Out here,” he called. “Is that you, Ricky?” To Nell, he said, “It’ll only take me two, three minutes to drown him. Just stand by.”

“Yes, sir, Sheriff.”

A towheaded boy of about ten scrambled across the rocky slope, his freckled face pink with excitement. He gave Nell a hasty nod. “Ma’am. Sheriff, my mom said I was to come right over and tell you. The tenants in the Abbott rental are having a big fight. There’s screaming and crashing and cursing and everything.”

“Is that Dale Abbott’s or Buster’s place?”

“Buster’s, Sheriff. The one right across from ours. Mom says it sounds like the man in there’s beating the woman something fierce.”

“I’m on my way. Go on back. Go straight home and in the house.”

“Yes, sir.”

Nell stayed where she was. She saw a blur of tanned, muscled body as Zack levered himself out of the water. “Sorry, Nell.”

“No, you need to go. You need to help her.” It felt as though there were a thin glaze over her brain as she watched him hitch on jeans. “Hurry.”

“I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

He left her there, hated leaving her there with her hands gripping each other tightly, and bolted up the steps to get a shirt.

He was at the Abbott rental in under four minutes. A handful of people edged the street while the sounds of shouting and breaking glasses poured out of the house. A man Zack didn’t recognize jogged up to him as he approached the deck stairs.