Page 29 of Twilight Destiny

“I don’t have a suit.”

“You don’t need one. There’s no one else here.”

She lifted one brow. “You’re here.” She hadn’t been skinny-dipping since she was five.

“You can wear your bra and panties,” he said, with a shrug. “They cover about as much as today’s bathing suits.”

Rosa had to laugh. He was right about that. In fact, her underwear covered a lot more than most bikinis. “Turn around.”

Rising, he turned his back to her.

After a moment, she tugged her blouse over her head, kicked off her sandals, then stood and peeled off her jeans. Unable to help herself, she glanced over her shoulder, blushed to the roots of her hair when she met Kincaid’s grin.

He shrugged. “I’d say I’m sorry for peeking, but you seem to be just as guilty as I am.”

She didn’t say anything, just turned and plunged into the lake. The water was cool but not too cold. She heard a splash as Jake followed her.

They swam and splashed each other for an hour or so, then returned to the blanket on the shore. She tried not to stare at him, but it was impossible. He wore a pair of black bikini briefs that left little to the imagination. His body was beautifully sculpted, hard-muscled, without an ounce of fat. He should have been a model, she thought, one of those sexy hunks who modeled swim trunks, or did ads for expensive men’s cologne while wearing a tux and a come-hither smile.

Kincaid grinned inwardly, pleased that she found him attractive. They made a good couple, he thought. She was softly rounded in all the right places, her legs long and shapely, her skin unblemished. And she was beautiful, with her black hair, dark eyes, and golden skin.

He rolled onto his stomach as his desire for her made itself known. “Why don’t you pour us some wine?” he suggested, hoping to take his mind off the growing ache in his groin.

“All right.” Suddenly uncomfortable clad in nothing but her underwear, she reached into her bag for her jacket and slipped it on before picking up the bottle. “You forgot a corkscrew.”

“Give it to me.” Propped on one elbow, he pulled the cork with his teeth and filled the glasses.

“What shall we drink to?” she asked.

His gaze ran over her, hotter than the sun shining down on them. “Getting to know each other better?”

“How much better?” she teased. As if she didn’t know.

“I’ll leave that up to you.”

Thinking to change the subject, she pointed at his left wrist. “Every time I see you, you’re wearing that gold band.” Had a woman from his past given it to him? Someone he had cared for and didn’t want to forget? “Does it have some special meaning?”

“You could say that.”

“Is it a secret?”

“No. I got it from a black witch.”

“What do those symbols mean?”

“I’m not sure. All I know is, it works.”

“What is it supposed to do?”

“It shields my whereabouts from another witch, a necromancer. One who wants my head.”

“A necromancer?” she asked, frowning. “Is it the same one working with Rhinehart?”

“Yeah.”

“What did you do to him, that he wants you dead?”

“I killed someone he loved. He’s had people looking for me on and off for over a century and a half.”

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