Sixty- eight. Sixty—Jake’s fingers touched the pad, stopping the timer. In a flash he was shoving up from the water, wiping moisture from his eyes, and grinning. Widely. That was followed by a yelp of exaltation as he slapped at the water. Outstanding! He’d bettered his time by four one-hundredths of a second and used two less strokes to do it! He’d verify with video later, but it felt and looked like he’d not only beat his personal best, but elongated his stroke as well. If he kept this up, he might try out for the Olympic team again. That should shock the hell out of everyone.“You stayin’ in there all night, Love?”Jake swiveled, putting his back against the pool edge in order to look over and then up. There was a woman poised nonchalantly at the side of his pool. A woman. In his house. Right beside his pool, for crap sake. With him wearing only sharkskin trunks for defense. He didn’t know what he paid security guards for.It was difficult to see her face through the nose-grazing length of black lace falling from her hat.
