This was how Ethan found them after an informative chat with Darlene; laughing and shrieking like a pair of teenagers even though neither qualified for the label. Darlene had filled him in about Cathie's swimming and teaching ability. Maybe she was an Auswim coach. That would certainly explain her truncated tan and general 'outdoorsy' appeal.
So…Ethan speculated, a low to middle income earner with a high level of education who teaches swimming. Was that enough for a private investigation to begin with?
Ethan made up his mind to contact his security provider and set them the challenge of finding out who his angel was. With that thought Ethan stepped through the glass sliding door.
'Having fun?' he drawled unable to take his eyes off the wet t-shirt clinging to one of the frolicking 'teenagers'.
'Daddy!' Chloe squealed delighted that he had left his study. 'Come 'n' and play. Cathie and me-'
'Cathie and I-' corrected Cathie.
Maybe an English teacher who coaches swimming on the side? No way. Ethan hastily dismissed that thought recalling to mind his senior English teacher's aversion to sport.
'-are playing submarines. You want to play?'
Hunkering down on the side of the pool Ethan asked 'How do you play?'
'You go down on Cathie and then she goes down on you.' The 5 year old said innocently.
Out of the mouths of babes, grimaced Ethan.
'She means under.' spluttered Cathie her skin as scarlet as her t-shirt.
'Pity.' muttered Ethan, thankfully noting Cathie and his daughter hadn't heard him. 'I'll just go and get changed.'
Cathie began to rise out of the pool steps but Ethan forestalled her. 'No need to get out on my account.'
'I think I'll leave "submarine" to you and Chloe.' A blush on her face made him realise she had heard him. Dam.
Ethan emerged from the change room in the same briefs that he had had on the day before. Cathie wondered why he chose to wear a rash top since it was late in the day and the sun had lost much of its bite. Was it because she was there or was he being a good role model for his daughter? Either way, though probably the right size, it looked 2 sizes too small and like the briefs left little to the imagination. Thankfully she was able to hide her avid gaze behind wrap around sunglasses and the shade cast by the change room wall over the steamer she now lay on. Unfortunately the cool harbour breeze combined with the less intent sunlight served to make her shiver in the wet clothing. To hell with modesty she moaned and dragged the clinging shirt off only to cowardly hide by turning onto her tummy.