"Something like that," he answered, unable to suppress a broad grin at her attempt at casual. Oh, if only it wasn't so dark in here. He hadn't been lying when he'd said she had nice legs. And he'd seen his fair share, too.
"Pass you your suit? Why in the world would I want to do that?" He moved around to the side of the pool, sitting himself on the edge of the chair beside the one she'd left her things on, leaning his elbows on his knees and watching her with rapt attention.
"So. Skinny dipping. Is this on the same page as the tattoo? Creating a 'whole new Heather'?"