She knew it would be easy to regain his attention. All she had to do was undress. But she wanted to be something more to him than another sexual fling. She wanted to be …

Her mind balked, but only for a moment. A friend, that was it. She’d just begun to value their friendship when he’d grown surly. There wouldn’t be any chance of reestablishing that relationship if they went to bed together.

Once again she forced herself to remember that Kevin wouldn’t be much of a lover. Yes, he was a great kisser, and yes, he’d been asleep during their brief, ill-fated sexual encounter, but she’d already observed that he wasn’t really a sensualist. He never lingered over his food. He didn’t savor the wine or take the time to appreciate the presentation of the meal on his plate. He ate efficiently and his table manners were flawless, but food wasn’t anything more than body fuel to him. Besides, how much energy did a gorgeous multimillionaire pro athlete really need to invest into developing his skills as a lover? Women lined up to please him, not the other way around.

Face it: The sex she wanted to have with him was romantic fantasy sex, and she wasn’t willing to sell her soul for that. Despite three nights of tossing and turning, despite the embarrassing heat that made her knees turn goofy at the most inopportune moments, she didn’t want an affair. She wanted a real relationship. A friendship, she reminded herself.

She’d just begun to imagine how a pair of dripping bunny ears would look peeking out from beneath a capsized canoe when Kevin’s head surfaced next to her. It was too dark beneath the hull to see his expression, but the anger in his voice came through loud and clear.

“Why did I know I’d find you here?”

“I got disoriented.”

“I swear, you’re the most uncoordinated person I’ve ever met!” He rudely grabbed her arm and yanked on it, pulling her back underwater. They resurfaced in the daylight.

It was a beautiful afternoon on Wind Lake. The sun shone, and the gem-blue water mirrored a single fluffy cloud floating in the sky above like one of Molly’s meringue cookies that hadn’t gotten burned on the bottom. Kevin, however, looked more than a little stormy.

“What the hell were you thinking of? When you blackmailed me into coming out here, you told me you knew all about canoeing!”

As she treaded water, she was glad she’d remembered to leave her sneakers at the dock, which was more than he’d done. But then, he hadn’t possessed her insider’s knowledge of where they’d end up.

“I do know about canoeing. My last summer at camp I was in charge of taking out the six-year-olds.”

“Are any of them still alive?”