“Anyone?” Harrison piped in again.

            “Not you!” They all chorused simultaneously.

            Brooke lay back, floating on the water; it was fun just to drift in the water, splashing her arms now and again. She was unaware of two pairs of brown eyes watching her. One drooling, one plotting.

            Dean caught Sam’s eyes and then tipped her head slightly toward the house. Sam frowned. Her expression was one of confusion. Again, Dean tipped her head. It took Sam a few moments before realizing what Dean was indicating. She then nodded and got up.

            Nicole saw the exchange and frowned. More so when Dean also got up and followed Sam inside. A sinking feeling begin to descend on her. She had to find out what is going on with those two.

            Brooke heard the splash and she thought nothing of it. Suddenly, she felt someone grab her foot, and within minutes she was swirling in the depths of the pool. A pair of arms were wound tightly around her waist and they surfaced in unison, their bodies locked together.

            Sam laughed as Brooke gasped and struggled for release. She was enjoying the feel of her wet body fused next to hers. But she was no longer laughing as she realized one of Brooke’s bikini straps had become loose in the struggle and her breast was heaving against hers.

            Brooke colored as she followed the direction of her gaze. She pushed away and this time Sam didn’t stop her. She released her instantly. Brooke hastily redid her strap. When she looked up, Sam was still watching her. There was something in the depth of the liquid brown eyes. Was it desire?

            “Hey! I wanna play too!”

            A loud splash broke the contact and as Mary Cherry surfaced up, Sam was already climbing out of the pool.

            “Hey, Sam…” Carmen called out. “Where are you going?”

            “Inside…” she answered. “I’m tired…”

            Dean slapped her forehead in frustration. For god sake! What the ***** is Sam doing? She had given Sam the idea and had hinted that Sam should show Brooke a bit of affection. Not acting like a mare in heat! And more disappointing, her protégée had left the pool looking like a dejected cat. She shook her head as she watched Sam walk back into the house from the upstairs bedroom.