“Brady’s Cove,” he said solemnly, “I own exclusive rights, but I’m willing to share it with you. I’ll have the deeds drawn up Monday to make it legal.” Kate laughed at his teasing. “Shall we swim?” She nodded and he went over the side turning to wait for her to follow. Kate dived in, reveling at the icy cold water against her heated flesh. Coming up she struck out strongly, aware by the churning of the water that Brady was beside her. That he meant to keep his word about them spending the day as friends became very evident with each passing hour. Not once by look, gesture or word did he do anything to give her any cause for alarm. Which Kate told herself fiercely was what she wanted after all. “You swim well,” Brady’s voice was muffled by the towel he was using to absorb the water from his hair. “Do you swim a great deal?”
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