MARRY YOU The big house is not my type of house. But I like the pool. I drop my robe on the sun chair and jump in. The cool water refreshes. I swim with the huge wolfhound running laps around the deck. His whine means he’s contemplating coming in. “Sirius, go lie down,” Dash commands. The dog tucks his tail and finds his huge pillow, his docility a ridiculous sight. Not like the black-and-white cat that ventures out from under the table and chairs to give us an indignant look. He strolls the deck, fishing his white toes in the water. It makes me smile until Dash pulls his T-shirt off and walks to the edge of the pool. Then I sigh. Perfection. Binx runs when Dash dives in, swimming underwater to me. I try to swim away, but he is a much stronger swimmer than I am. He pulls me down to him, wrapping himself around me. We surface and his wet lips find mine. I encircle my legs around his waist and cling to him.
