“Am I?” she asked. She didn’t fall for his little trick, though it was tempting to kiss him again. It was always tempting to kiss him. “I guess I’ll have to make it up to you later.”

She let that hang in the air, let his imagination run wild, as they made their way back to the house. Once inside she removed her clothes and slipped into a different bathing suit from the other day. It fit just as snugly as the other one and she frowned a little down at her body, rubbing a hand across her stomach. It was only going to get worse.

Brought out of her thoughts by Clint’s voice, she quickly pulled her shirt and shorts back on over the suit before joining him by the door. “Scooter,” she said decisively. Her stomach was feeling better, and she figured if the nausea returned it wouldn’t matter what they were driving. “Wouldn’t want to waste this weather.”