Free You're Still the One by Annabel Jacobs

would do if she actually climbed in there with him.
                  "Pull up a chair or scoot over and dip your feet in. Feels pretty good." He swirled a hand through the water invitingly, stirring moonlight and shadows around his bare, glistening chest.
                  She hope he had something on beneath that water. He'd done his share of skinny-dipping in college.
                  "You've got a real bachelor setup here. The hot tub, the pool, the extra suit." She couldn't keep the bite out of her voice.
                  "People leave things," he said with a shrug.
                  Which answered nothing. She itched to slip off her shoes and stick her feet in the warm water, but she knew it would be safer to stay dressed, keep some distance between them. Rick, even without the seductive softness of night, had always been able to make her do things she regretted later. Like kissing him back there at her house.
                  Forcing the words past her tight throat, she asked, "So, where do we start tomorrow?"
                  She glanced over as he ran a wet hand through his dark hair, muscles flexing in his biceps with the movement.
                  "We'll stop at Tommy's parole officer first, see if he's heard from him at all. Then we'll pay a visit to Tommy's employer."
                  Katie nodded.
                  "Was that what you really wanted to know, Katie?"
                  She jerked her head toward him. "What?"
                  "You've got curiosity written all over you. Just ask me."
                  She ground her teeth. How could he still read her so easily, after all these years?
                  Water bubbled gently around him. His black eyes glittered at her.
                  "Now you believe me about Grace, right? After finding that tracking device."
                  "I believe someone's after you and I believe that's tied to your sister. I don't know how dangerous they are."
                  She knew he didn't believe her that Grace had changed. That was all right. It didn't matter what he thought. He only needed to find her sister.
                  Katie walked to the edge of the pool, her hands clasped behind her back. "How did you get to Oklahoma City, Rick? What happened to the Air Force? The fighter jets?"
                  He went abruptly still. She could feel it even from his distance. She glanced over, noted the rigid set of his wide shoulders, the way even the water seemed to stop moving.
                  He tilted his head back, stared at the star-studded sky. Moonlight slid down the column of his long throat. "I developed night blindness. Botched a landing, and the requisite exam showed a pretty severe case."
                  "Night blindness?" She stepped toward him. That explained his sudden swerving on the way to Davis and again on the way back. "Are you okay? How severe?"
                  "Not so severe I can't drive," he said dryly. "But I can't fly jets, that's for sure. At least not for the Air Force."
                  "I had no idea." She found herself at the edge of the hot tub, looking at his face, half hidden in shadows. "I know how much you wanted that."
                  "I had six years, and they were great." He reached for the towel behind him and stood, water sluicing down his body. His hard-muscled, naked body.
                  Her eyes widened and she whirled around. "You could give a girl some warning."
                  "I suppose. You know I don't generally wear a suit." There was a tightness in his voice that made Katie ache deep inside.
                  She'd forgotten that he liked to do things in the nude. He'd never been as concerned about his nakedness as she had been about