The teenagers might be brats, and probably knew more expletives than her, but she wasn't going to let it rip in front of two kids. Sam leaned down and lifted her up onto the paddle boat. By the time she settled into her seat, the boys had paddled away. "You're lucky I don't know who you are," she shouted after them, "or I'd be calling your mothers."Sam chuckled. "I'm glad I didn't do it. I wouldn't want you telling on me to my mother."His eyes dipped from her face to her chest and a small, strangled sound escaped his throat. She crossed her arms over her breasts but not before she saw what he saw—white T-shirts and sexy lingerie were not a suitable combination for swimming. Her face and neck heated. "I think we should go back to shore."Sam cleared his throat. "Not yet." He handed her his T-shirt. "You might want to place this over your lap until you dry off."She glanced down. Oh no! Her skirt was see-through too! And her panties were...oh hell. Sam had got his money's worth on this date.
