"If I made an attempt at anything," Veronica promised, mock-solemn, "I would succeed." Taking his hand with a smirk, she pulled herself up, then stepped away to start shimmying out of her jeans. If there was one thing they had no shortage of here, it was swimsuits, but coming by something tasteful and plain in a one piece had taken months. "I grew up by the beach. I've been swimming longer than I can remember."