Brett looked up and noticed Lea walking towards him on the narrow pathway.

“Getting some fresh air?” He asked and smiled at her. He’d hobbled out to the front porch of the cabin. It wasn’t one of the best views, but it was quiet, and the trees were nice to look at. Especially since they were swaying with the breeze, and he could watch birds and squirrels playing in the pine trees.

“Fresh air?” She stopped at the base of the ramp and looked up at him. “It’s got to be close to a hundred out here.”

He glanced down at his phone and smiled. “Ninety-eight.” He shrugged. “It beats sitting inside watching television all of the time.”

She was quiet for a moment. “I thought you might like to get out of here for a while?”

His eyebrows shot up. “Yes.”

She laughed. “Don’t you want to know…”

“No,” he shook his head and started to stand up.

“Hang on,” she laughed and rushed to help him. “You’ll want to change first.”

“Okay,” he glanced down at the sweat shorts and t-shirt he was wearing. “Into what?”

She smiled. “How about some swim trunks?”

“Hell yes.” He said with a sigh. “I’ll be just a moment.” He grabbed his crutch and did his best to rush into the cabin and change.

The prospect of taking a dip, of letting his entire body relax in the water was so predominant in his mind that instead of sitting on the edge of the bed to pull off the sweats, he tried pulling his bad leg out of the shorts while he stood.

Which ended up with him flat on his ass on the hardwood floor.

“Are you okay?” Lea rushed into the cabin and upon spotting him sitting on the floor shook her head and walked over to help him up. “I thought you were smarter than that.” She said as he pulled himself up off the floor.

“I guess I was just too excited.” He murmured, trying to hide the pain the fall had caused him. He didn’t want her to have any excuse to cancel the swim.

“Here, let me.” She knelt before him and helped him step out of his sweat shorts. “Now your boxers.” She motioned for him to pull them off his hips.

“Um,” he shook his head and made a motion for her to turn around. She rolled her eyes at him.

“I am a doctor.” She informed him.

“Yeah, I get that and I’m a cop. That doesn’t mean I slap you in handcuffs every chance I get.” He retorted.

He could tell she was thinking about it, and he watched her cheeks flush at what he’d hinted at. Her eyebrows shot up and a slow smile formed on her lips as excitement crossed her eyes.

“Oh, you are in deep trouble.” He’d meant to say it in his head, to himself, but when she laughed at him, he realized that he’d said it out loud.

“Promise?” She asked softly.