Chapter 7

“You’re a genius, you know,” Adam murmured.

“Me? How do you figure that?” Lync felt his cheeks warm. No one had ever praised his intelligence.

“You knew what we’d need.” Adam dropped his tuxedo jacket/sack on the floor and stepped around Lync to tear open the plastic that enclosed one of the cases of water.

“That’s just common sense.”

“You might think so, but—” He held up a bottle of water. “Do you want one?”

“Yes, please.”

Adam handed one to him, then unscrewed a cap and took a long gulp. He dug his other fist into his back and arched into the pressure. “Oh my God, those cases were heavy.”

“Who’d have thought, right?” Once again Lync took the opportunity to admire the sleek lines of Adam’s swimmer’s body. “Why don’t you start with the neat and tidy?”