She was already looking ahead to a time when she wouldn’t see him again. He wanted her, but wanting was not going to be enough. She knew that and so did he. His mind was clouded by the desire he felt. Once he satisfied it, the clouds would vanish and he’d hate them both. Even if she were tempted, and she was, it wouldn’t be wise to let things go any further. “You mean we shouldn’t see each other again,” she said miserably. “That’s about it.” He moved away from her, pushing the wet hair from his damp face. “We won’t be here much longer,” he added. “We’ll muddle through.” He searched her face quietly. “Somehow.” She forced a smile. “What about Ben?” she asked. “He’s crazy about you. Don’t deny him your company.” “I hadn’t planned to.” He touched her soft cheek gently. “Shelly,” he said huskily, “you know it wouldn’t work. Even if I took a chance on your age, our social backgrounds are too far apart.” “And that would never do,”
