Obvious benefits aside, Veronica suddenly found herself reconsidering the wisdom of having agreed to this, roughly around the same time she found herself staring.

It's official. I'm hopeless. Give me bad guys and mysteries, piece of cake. An attractive, shirtless man, and suddenly I'm in trouble. How was I ever a detective?

Tugging her shirt off, breaking her gaze in the process, she took a deep breath. "I'm counting on it," she said, airy, as she headed to the water. "I've put a lot of time and effort into knowing you. It'd be a waste to lose that just because you wanted to swim."