When the temperature gauge that seldom rose to eighty climbed toward ninety, Sunny and Jonathan were forced out of the attic and to the beach. Quite willingly, Sunny left grisly discoveries and guilty confessions behind her. But she found that memories of comforting gestures that went straight to the sexual gut were more difficult to leave behind. And, although Jonathan Corday had a stuffy side, she was now aware that no one wore soapsuds better than he did. They wore nothing more revealing than shorts and tank tops as they played on the beach, however. And the physical, sexy horseplay one might expect between two attractive and healthy people of opposite sexes—which could lead to sexy play of a heavier nature—never became an issue. Not because they consciously avoided it, but simply because Jonathan wasn’t the kind of man who was inclined to toss a woman over his shoulder and then into the ocean. Sunny found she appreciated that. She was able to enjoy his company without male slash female sparring.
