"I'm choosing to believe that you were so smitten to me that you had to ask around until you found out if I was available," he said with a grin. It was a small town and gossip always traveled fast. Hell, for all he knew it was in the papers with covered of the murders. Or the society pages or whatever they were called.

"But if you're ever running late for a swim again, my house is up that way," he said, pointing up along the beach. "It's a small house but the property is big and it's a private beach so you should be alone."