He turned back to Sheila who only now was wearing a grin.
“Andyouowe me two cusses.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
It was actually hilarious, watching Vincent grumble and snorkel, but they were finally at the last of five water-hazards.
Vince was not a happy man, but he’d been right.
The water was pretty disgusting.
Lace had put herself in charge of the buckets, and every time Vince came up grimacing, she took the slimy offerings from his mesh pouch and deposited them gingerly into the containers. They’d filled nine completely, and the last was nearing the top.
Still, Lace wasn’t complaining.
Seeing Vince bare-chested, the late evening dusk-light reflecting off his tanned torso,andcatching a glimpse every now and then of his muscular ass as he dove, was quite the incentive to keep cheering him on.
Yeah. Near nakedness.
He’d eschewed his wet-suit, saying he didn’t want it to be perpetually smelly with whatever goop and chemicals were in the water. Instead, he’d opted for boxers only, which had caused Lace to draw in a fully appreciative gasp when he’d swiftly and unexpectedly dropped trou.
If she wasn’t imagining things, her nipples had actually stood up to take notice.
Which was certainly a first for a freaking long time, or at least since Lace had first gotten her diagnosis. Atthatnot-so-auspicious time, she’d pretty much divorced her mind from her breasts, telling them that until she was in the clear, they were ex-communicated; an isolated, not-to-be-focused-on part of her body.
Yeah.Shehadbeen treating the girls like pariahs, which probably wasn’t helping anything.
A tingle of excitement swept through her lower abdomen.
Maybe Vince could help her with that.
“This sucks ass,” the man in question spluttered, coming up again from the final water-hole.
Vince’s guess as to how long the job would take, had been spot on. The sun was close to setting.
“How many more dives?” Lace asked, not just curious, but a bit anxious to get on with the evening.
The time crunch was lamentable, because shedidhave to work tomorrow. Which meant rise-and-shine time was going to be tough if she and Vince “played” for half the night.
Still, it would be worth it.
Lace sighed that there’d be another possible, small distraction upon arriving home.
Vince had heard from Statler today, and the work on the bathroom was progressing at super-sonic speed, so they’d have to take time oohing and aahing at what had been accomplished, contacting Stat to give him kudos.
Maybe Vince could do that after she went to sleep.
“I’m going to call it quits after this one,” Vince grimaced, wiping some green goo off his mask. “And if I miss a few balls?” he scoffed. “No one’s going to go down and check my work.”
Before Lace could frame a quippy response to that, Vince had disappeared back underwater again.
Lace giggled and shook her head.
This was not how she’d thought her evening would go.
She’d expected that she and Vince would have all the time in the world to explore each other. But now? Well,nowit might have to be a quickie to assuage their shared itch, with an in-depth follow-up to be determined.
Lace hustled the ninth bucket to the clubhouse which had been left open for them, putting it inside with the rest before returning to the water-hole.