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thinking about this for days. Weeks.
    Forever.
    She whimpered again and swung herself up and over his lap, planting her knees on either side of him. The move settled her right over his erection, making him a very happy man. She wiggled, and he pressed up. He deepened the kiss, opening his mouth wider as his tongue made forays into her mouth, and she rewarded him with another husky moan. He hoped desperately that was shorthand for more please. Because, yeah, right now he had zero interest in breaking their kiss.
    The boat rocked, Abbie shrieked, and the world turned upside down.
    He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his chest as they hit the water. A dark cocoon of water and space surrounded them. He shot up, panicking at the lack of space, the too-familiar sense of being closed in sweeping over him. The top of his head hit something hard. Wood. Had his captors put him back in the hole? Would they take him out this time?
    His shoulder struck the edge of the boat. Not Khost. Just cold California lake water. Abbie popped up beside him. “Oh, shit,” she giggled.
    “Deep breath,” he ordered, more to himself than her. He felt her nod, heard her sharp inhalation, and then he dove, wrapping his arms around her and taking her down and away from the boat.
    Jesus. Could she swim? He hadn’t asked, and life jackets didn’t prevent every boating drowning. The lake wasn’t much more than twelve feet deep in the center, but that was six and a half feet she didn’t have. One more hard kick, and they punched through the surface.
    “Oh my God.” She threw her arms around his neck, laughing, and let her head fall back. Fine his heart beat out. She’s fine, fine, fine. He, on the other hand, was about two breaths away from a heart attack. “We capsized the boat.”
    Stan paddled toward them, barking happily. Crazy mutt.
    “ You capsized the boat,” he said, feeling the smile growing on his face. “I’m the innocent party here.”
    “How do you figure that?” She wrapped her legs around his middle, months of Baby between them.
    “I was sitting there, minding my own business. You sat on me .”
    “I’m doing it again,” she pointed out, plastering her body up against his. Thank God for cold lake water, because he liked everything about their current situation.
    “Do I need to apologize?” He rested his forehead against hers. She was recently widowed. He wouldn’t be a dick and make her feel uncomfortable, even if they had been intimate once upon a time. Fairy-tale language, he mocked internally, but those months had been fucking special and he wouldn’t lie about it.
    “I’m the one who rocked the boat,” she admitted.
    “I’m not complaining,” he said. “But—”
    ~*~
    “I ’m lonely.” There. She’d said it.
    He stared at her, incomprehension written all over his handsome face. “You have friends. The smoke jumpers.” He patted her belly. “You’ve got Baby twenty-four seven. How can you be lonely?”
    “I’m lonely, not alone.”
    He grunted something, probably male for rescue me. Now. At least he wasn’t stroking for shore.
    So she wanted Will back. She wanted her life back. The baby and the new home had been their dream, but now it was just her. Not that she’d give up Baby, but the peanut didn’t seem real. Even when it somersaulted and poked her stomach out with its teeny tiny butt and fists, she felt disconnected. It was something that was happening to her, the same way the fire had happened. Death had happened. The smoke-jumping and hotshot teams had happened. She heard a whole lot of passive verbs when she started describing her life and that needed to change.
    “I’m in charge of my life.” She braced herself on Kade’s shoulders and kicked, pushing her body up and out of the water until she looked down on him. She wasn’t entirely sure how taking charge of her life had ended up with her capsizing a boat and going for a swim in a lake that was slightly warmer than a glass