The August heat was still oppressive at midnight, but Callie Caldwell’s nerves made her shiver as she and her husband, Mac, tiptoed down to the edge of the water.
“Mac, are you sure no one can see us?” Callie looked around. The only house with lights on was theirs, almost directly across the lake from where they were standing.
“Shhh! The Wilsons aren’t home. Come on.” He ripped his T-shirt over his head and dropped his shorts then his boxers.
Callie pulled her shift up and off. She stood stark naked, trembling.
“You weren’t wearing anything under that all this time?”
“Damn! Now you’re cold?”
“It’s fine. Come on.” Mac took her hand, and they slowly waded in.
The water cooled her skin, reducing her body temperature and relaxing her as it swirled around parts usually shielded by cloth. When they reached the deep part, Mac lifted Callie. She wound her legs around his waist, and he continued out toward the middle. He cupped her bottom with one hand and brushed her long, chestnut hair out of her eyes with the other.