He had on long swim trunks, which were dark with water and sticking to his thighs. His hair was wet and dripping into his eyes, and he smelled like warm lake water. She cleared her throat. "I almost didn't recognize you without your suit," she said. A corner of his mouth lifted, amused. "It's a different kind of suit." "But no bow tie." "Hard to swim in. I tried.

Author: Sarah Addison Allen