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      Seven or eight minutes later, he jogged into the cabin grounds. âI love your father,â he called as he approached the back of the cabin.       âAwkward. He and my mother have been married for thirty-five yearsâgive or take.â       He followed the sound of her voice to the rock surround and black abyss. Her short dark hair was wet, slicked back and shiny. Her bare shoulders told him all he needed to know. He pulled his thick cotton sweater over his head, nearly taking the headlamp with it.       âSo, maybe I should have said, âI love your fatherâs headlampâ?â       She clapped her approval. A crisp, wet sound. âBetter.â       He kicked off his shoes. âHowâs the water?â       âHeavenly. A little hot at first, so I turned on the gravity feed hose to add a bit of cool water. I think itâs perfect now.â       âIâll be right in. Where are the towels?â       âDraped over the back of the bench. You can feel your way to the edge from there. I suggest letting your feet and legs hang in the water for a minute or two, so itâs not quite such a shock to your system.â       He finished stripping down, dumped his clothes and the headlamp on the bench, and then wrapped a towel around his waistâmore to have something to sit on than from modesty.       âCan you see anything?â       âA few stars. And I think thereâs an alarm in the car. I spot a red light every once in awhile. If youâre worried about flashing me, donât be. The steam makes modesty a bit passĂ©.â       He wasnât a prude, but the only person heâd been naked with in a hot tub had been a girl heâd seriously considered marrying . . . until she decided to go back to college in Chicago. Their relationship had fizzled, as had every long-distance relationship heâd ever heard about. Which made it hard to explain why he was here . . . with Amber . . . feeling a connection he truly couldnât quantify with any sort of reason or rationale.       He approached the edge of the pool like a blind person, slowly feeling his way with his toes. When he reached the rim, he lowered himself carefully so he didnât pitch forward and crash into Amber. From the sound of her voice, he had a sense she was to his rightâon the house-side of the pool.       âOoh, youâre right,â he said when his feet touched the water. âHot. But not scalding.â       He swished his legs back and forth, making a bit of splashing noise. âI have a question I want to ask you. It came to me when I was thinking about being mauled by bears.â       âEek. That would have really ruined the night for me. Iâm glad you made it back safely. What do you want to ask?â       âAre you seriously considering quitting your job and moving back to Montana to become a designer?â       âYes and no. Yes, I definitely plan to give notice the moment I feel certain Jerry and Ben can complete the restructuring without one or both having a stroke. But Iâm not banking on the design thing exclusively.â       âReally? What else do you have in mind?â       He undid his towel and scooted forward to gradually ease into the water.       âWell, that depends . . . on whether or not I can talk your mother into taking me on as a partner in Baubles.â       His foot touched bottom but slid on something slimy, and he might have sunk like a rock, if a hand hadnât reached out to provide an anchor. He caught his balance and blinked, finally focusing on what he could see. Amber. Just inches away. âAre you serious?â       She nodded, turning his shoulders to guide him toward where sheâd been sitting a moment before. âThereâs a natural bench. It runs about two-thirds of the way around the space. The deep end comes up to my shoulders, but this side is pretty benign.â       The tension in his muscles slowly melted from the heat.       âYou told me youâre a planner. When did buying an interest in Baubles make it onto your agenda?â       She didnât answer right away. âProbably since the first day we met. You hinted that the place might be for sale and my mind went a little gaga. You could say it was love at first sight.â       Love at first sight. He knew she didnât mean that the way it sounded, but his heart still gave a funny little leap that he couldnât quite explain or ignore. âWell, I donât know if this means anything, but when it comes to design, overthinking is highly overrated. If Iâd been grading your first designs, Iâd probably have given you a C. Do you know why? Predictability. Your first sketches were too safe. Once we got on the floor at Baubles, I could see ideas bubbling up that youâd never considered. Once you stopped overthinking and went with your gut, those picks paid off big-time. Your family is going to be impressed at the Open House.â       That event was scheduled for this coming Sundayâaround the same time heâd be meeting Dad and Azura for brunch at some trendy bistro with impossible-to-get reservations. His father was a foodie before there was a word for it.       âYou really think so?â       âI do.â       âI wish you werenât leaving. Iâd feel so much better if you were at my side during the opening.â       He reached out and touched the tip of his finger to her chin. âBut this way, you can blame me for anything that doesnât work.â       âI wouldnât.â       âI know. Itâs why I l . . . like you so much.â       He didnât want to believe heâd almost substituted another L-word for âlike,â but he wasnât a liar. He cared about her in a way he hadnât seen coming. Pleasure? Yes. Flirting and dallying with a hint of romance also worked. But falling in love at the wrong time and place was more than inconvenient, it bordered on asinine. âDid you say something about dessert?â
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