Balconnet Bikini in Blue
In the last episode the swimming star raced out and the girl reporter knew not where. She is peeling back his many tortured layers like a Spanish onion.
Swim Where – Part 6
“Where did you go?” She asked on his return.
“Can’t you sleuth it out?”
“Your wet hair and damp clothing suggests a swimming pool was involved.”
“I ran about a third of a marathon to blow off some steam. Then I skinny dipped in the building’s pool to cool down.”
“Had a bike been handy, you could’ve done a full iron man event.”
“I like cycling. If the triathlon becomes an Olympic sport, maybe I’ll win another gold.”
“I made you angry.” Belinda dropped the banter and cut to the juice.
“Yes, you did. But while running, I realized that it was entirely my fault. Then I swam lengths trying to think of ways to make you understand.”
“That’s where my being a reporter comes in handy. I can read back in my notes and try to understand your words differently than my first comprehension.”
“Did you do that?”
“Of course and the next time we touch that area, I’ll be a different person than I was. I won’t guarantee to follow as you want then either, but that will be another chance for me to reread and recalibrate myself.”
“I’ve never thought of that possibility.” Scott smooched her on the lips, scooped her into his arms and waltzed around the room, with her feet barely brushing the floor.
“You swam naked in the building pool?”
“Sure.” He set her down. “I’ve gone in without my swimwear loads of times. People casually entering the area probably don’t even notice because I’m always swimming fast lengths. Security likely knows I haven’t got a bathing suit on because they have video surveillance but they’ve never mentioned it.”
“The guards are probably selling the videos of a nude celebrity.”
“Who’s the cynic now?”