Holly knew she had wracked up far too many hours in the gym recently to be healthy. If she spent another hour in there and Lucas caught her - again - she'd never hear the end of it. She'd decided that in order to tire herself out before she turned in for the night, she'd go for a swim.
Of course, that prove to be a terrible idea the moment she saw Scott diving into the water, gracefully cutting through the length of the pool completely effortlessly. One powerful move of his arms had his upper body lifting out the water and she spotted the dark, puckered scar from when he'd been shot in the shoulder. She knew it well; she'd been the one to dig the bullet out, after all, until they'd managed to drag his bleeding arse to Liam and get him patched up.
Honestly, though, they had to stop quasi-avoiding each other at some point because they worked together now, in the same facility. And they were both adults who had made the sensible decision over six years ago to call it quits because long distance never worked. And he had likely moved on by now, because it was a long time and he had always been better at disengaging himself from the job than she had. Plus he was charming and one of the few geunine guys out there. It'd have been crazy for something not to have happened while he was at the other bases.
She was at the deep end, watching him swimming back up towards her when she decided fuck it and tugged off her t-shirt, revealing the one-piece she had on underneath. She had a scar across her thigh from where she'd taken a bullet, and others hidden underneath the swimsuit; a litany of scars that mapped her time in the army.
She tossed her towel to the side and pulled her hair back into a ponytail, securing it with a band and most definitely not looking at Scott as she dove under the water, expecting that he'd probably put himself into the zone anyway, so might not have noticed that someone else had joined him.