To say that the kiss took Claire by surprise would have been a gross understatement.  Landon's mouth pressed against hers, his embrace laced with hunger.  He pulled away, talking casually as he looked back at the shore, and she felt her cheeks flush, grateful for the cover of darkness.<br/><br/>"Go ahead," she said to him, "I'll catch up in a minute.  Gavin has the fire lit.  The bottle of wine is in the chiller in the kitchen, if you could grab it."  She needed a moment to herself, and as he swam to shore, she realized he knew her well enough to understand it.<br/><br/>What had happened there?  She touched her fingers to her lips, feeling where they still tingled.  She felt confused by Landon's actions, but even more by her reaction.  Because she had felt it too, that spark.  Shaking her head, she wondered what to do about it.  Maybe she'd read too much into it, and it had been as casual as the peck on the cheek she'd given him.  Yes, that must be it.  It had been harmless flirting, and she'd just taken it the wrong way.<br/><br/>Now that she'd compartmentalized what happened into something that made sense, she was ready to join the men on the beach.  She wouldn't keep what had happened from Gavin, of course, but surely he would understand that it was just a playful little kiss and nothing more.  Gavin had never really been the jealous type anyway.  He knew she loved him, and their marriage was strong.