A little. Halfway. Enough to lay her upper body on the cool tile. Then she collapsed there with a small groan. Someone was knocking on the door. “We need to open that,” she murmured. Nothing. No answer. “Jonathan?” Ann pushed up off the tile. He was floating on his back. Incredibly, impossibly, at the sight of him, need speared through her. Just a moment ago she’d thought she’d never feel a hint of life in her limbs again. The knocking was getting insistent. “Jonathan. Someone is trying to get in here.” She splashed water at him. “Yeah, yeah. Later. Possession is nine-tenths of the law.” “Even in Hong Kong?” “I hope so.” The rapping intensified. Ann thought she heard voices. “How could I have known you for seventeen years and not have known this about you?” Jonathan asked suddenly. Everything inside her stopped. “Known what?” “That you could make me so crazy. And I still haven’t shown you my really cool moves.” A laugh scratched Ann’s throat as her heart started again.
