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of ice water, but she’d work with it.
    “Okay.” He braced his hands around her waist, supporting her as he treaded water. Since he was a trained SEAL, she figured her odds of accidentally drowning him were slim to none. “Can we discuss this on shore?”
    “I kissed you because I wanted to kiss someone,” she said, not letting go of his shoulders. Partly because he was so warm and partly just to make her point. “You were there. I wanted to do it. I did it.”
    “Shore,” he repeated. “Now. Then you can talk at me all you want. My balls are freezing, and Baby must be a Popsicle.”
    He lowered her down into the water. The lake wasn’t big, and it was only five minutes until her feet touched bottom. Unfortunately, she’d lost his boots when they’d flipped, which meant her feet curled in the mud, disgusting things squishing between her toes. The water was also dark and less than warm.
    “Next time you take me fishing, make it Bora Bora or the Bahamas. Someplace with white sand and turquoise water.”
    “Consider the murky water a bonus in this particular situation. You might not want to see what you’re standing on.” He waded toward the beach, towing her behind him.
    “That bad?”
    “Muck,” he said cheerfully. “Milfoil. Pond weeds. Lots of mud, rotting stuff, and fish shit.”
    Now she wanted a shower.
    Of course, Kade being Kade, he had towels and more extra clothes in the back of his truck. The man apparently believed in being prepared for all eventualities, up to and including getting stuck in the woods overnight. He handed her new clothes, turned the heat on in the truck, and pointed toward the cab.
    “In you get. One super-deluxe changing cabana.”
    She eyed him. “Are you the pool boy in this scenario?”
    Because that worked for her.
    “I could be, but right now I’m the boat-retrieval service. When I come back, we can discuss expanding my job description.”
    He squeezed her shoulder, the rough pads of his fingers briefly tracing the hollow there, and loped back toward the lake. The overturned boat floated in a halo of their stuff. She’d made a first-class mess. He did stop to kick off his boots. She was amazed he hadn’t sunk under their weight, but maybe that was part of the secret SEAL training regime. She wondered if he would have stripped down to his skivvies if she hadn’t been there. Not that it mattered, because their unexpected swim in the lake had his jeans and T-shirt plastered to him.
    She’d kissed him.
    She thought about that while he dove into the lake and kicked hard for the boat, treating her to a perfectly executed combat sidestroke. He pulled himself through the water with his arms and kicked, moving quickly. Apparently his knee didn’t bother him nearly as much in the water. That was good.
    He’d kissed her back, which was more than good.
    So the question really was: If she was in charge, what did she want? Because no amount of wishing would bring Will back, and here she was and Kade was, and there were several things she could do about that. And just possibly, getting him out of those wet clothes topped her to-do list.
    ~*~
    R ighting the boat hadn’t been particularly difficult. It had a thin aluminum shell and weighed less than three hundred pounds. He’d rocked it a couple of times and then flipped it. Most of their stuff had floated. The sandwiches were fish food, but the fish they’d caught had been in the cooler, so he’d been able to snag that. He could still execute the make dinner part of his master plan.
    He put the stuff in the boat, then pushed it to shore, Stan happily swimming alongside him. He’d deal with the waterlogged motor later, because right now he was trying desperately to not imagine Abbie getting naked in the front seat of his truck.
    Holy crap, she’d kissed him .
    There was no way he’d misunderstood that. Maybe it had been an impulse or a spur-of-the-moment thing. Maybe she wouldn’t want to do it again, but he definitely