“Great.” A pause. “So…how’s the pool?”

Laura rolled her eyes. “I swear, do you have a sixth sense or what?”

Cassidy laughed. “Don’t drown. It’s so hard to find good yard help these days.” Another light laugh. “I’ll see you over the weekend.”

Laura was smiling as she placed her phone back on the towel. So much for feeling guilty. There was no need to now. Cassidy knew she was in the pool. She flipped off the float, dipping under the water to cool off.

Yep, she had a pretty sweet deal going on here.

* * *

Cassidy twirled around in her chair, a smile still playing on her face. So Laura Fry was in her pool. She wondered what she was wearing. She didn’t picture her as the bikini type. She was a little too tomboyish for that. Of course, she’d been called a tomboy more times than she could count and she still wore a bikini on occasion. But hell, at what age do you give up the bikini and go to a one-piece?

“When your body tells you to,” she murmured. “Or your friends tell you to.”

She tapped her thigh absently with her fingers, her mind still on Laura. She was…nice? Would she call her nice? Their first couple of conversations weren’t exactly pleasant. She grinned quickly. She’d called Laura a bitch. Oh, that was so bad, she thought, still smiling. But yeah, she would call her nice. And honest. She could have very well denied being in the pool, even though Cassidy had heard the subtle sound of water. And she could have denied watching the pool from her upstairs window, but she hadn’t. All she’d accused Cassidy of having was a sixth sense, thus admitting that it was true.

She turned back around to face her desk, wondering how she was going to kill the last few hours of the afternoon. The company was running like a well-oiled machine. Her brother had a handle on the crews. Tanya managed the office staff without much help from her. She’d already gone over the new marketing plan and had approved it. There was no crisis for her to handle since the glitch with the online appointments had been fixed. There was actually nothing for her to do. Maybe she should take a page out of her father’s book. He was out at the lake, on his boat.