She sputtered, clasped onto his shoulders and pushed downward.
“Still haven’t learned your lesson, I see.” Laughing, he shook his head at her efforts and doused her again.
When she surfaced she flung her hair to shake the water free. The long strands slapped against Rob’s face.
“No fair. Sea serpents aren’t allowed.”
“Sea serpents? Are you saying I’m an aquatic Medusa?”
“More like a siren than a creature that turns men to stone.”
She’d take being called a siren. “Okay, you win.”
“What?” His surprise was genuine, but he eyed her suspiciously.
“You heard me. You win.”
“You’ll forgive me if I don’t believe you.”
“Why not?” She timed her move just right and thrust her body upward as she clamped onto his shoulders. “Because I might do this?”
With her full weight as leverage she pushed a grinning Rob under. And wasn’t one bit surprised when he refused to go down alone.
# # #
“Just how long am I supposed to keep filming, Boss?” the cameraman whispered.
“As long as their clothes are on.” JP chewed on the cigar as he squatted in the bushes with the cameraman he’d dragged with him.
Damn arthritis made this spying business hell.
“And if their clothes come off?”
JP dangled the cigar from his mouth. Just how far was he willing to take this?
“If clothes come off, you go home.”
# # #
Jill tried to keep from giggling as she and Rob snuck up the stairs. Why they snuck she didn’t have a clue. It wasn’t as if cameras didn’t capture their every move.
“Quit laughing. You’re going to wake the whole castle,” Rob stage whispered, humor lacing his words.
“Or the ghosts.”
“Ghosts?”
“You remember, the ones you warned me about on my first night at the castle.” Had it only been three weeks ago?
“Oh, those ghosts. Can’t say as I’ve heard them creeping around through the castle since.”
She rolled her eyes at him. “Guess you scared them off.”
“Hmm, I was thinking the same thing. Only that you’d been the one to scare them away.”
She slugged his shoulder and earning a smothered chuckle.
“I should make you pay for that.”