"There's no one near here. Ol' Crookhorn sees to that, Lance." If privacy was the only reason she could call him by name, she guess that the whole uncover nonsense was still in place. "A gentleman would turn his back. A smart man wouldn't have mentioned the lack of strategically placed leaves."
She finished changing into her bikini and stepped out from behind the bush to snag the rope she'd tied to a convenient branch. "That's Ol' Crookhorn," she said, pointing to the enormous, ancient ram standing a few feet behind him. Grinning wickedly, she swung out into the middle of the pond with a rebel yell and a massive splash.