It was the maybe not part that bothered her! Anyone would think she was anxious to see him. The message relayed by Mrs Nichols during breakfast was that he’d like to see her in the pool in forty-five minutes. That had happened forty-eight minutes ago, according to her watch. Despite the fact she was beginning to feel a little too warm in the baggy tee-shirt that she wore over her swimsuit, Kat felt strangely reluctant to strip off. Instead she sat at the side of the pool and trailed her toes in the water. She was indulging in a little childish splashing when Matt emerged from the door that connected with his bedroom suite. She’d already kind of admitted to herself that Matt Devlin gave off sexual vibes of an earthy raw variety to which she wasn’t totally invulnerable—after last night, did she have a choice?—so she expected to feel something…only not this much something! Despite the humidified constant temperature in the pool-house a rash of goose bumps spontaneously broke out over her skin as he appeared.
