When we got to Killian's house, he took me out back to his humungous swimming pool. I hadn't packed my suit and looked around for a way out.

"You won't need it," he said with a sexy leer, obviously guessing what caused my anxiety.

He stripped me down, then himself, and pulled my hand until the water surrounded us. It was perfect. He began swimming laps while I leaned back on a rounded step and watched.

Maybe he was a nudist. I'd never known anyone so comfortable ...