For a moment Landon wanted to give her an out, to let her remain in her comfort zone.  He understood her unease as well as any man could, his own scars a constant reminder of mistakes and consequences.  It wasn’t his promise to Gavin that made him push.  It wasn’t cruelty or his ego in thinking that he could succeed where his friend had failed.  It was the stark difference between the woman before him and the woman she’d been before her accident.  Maybe someday she’d forgive him.<br/><br/>“Oh, I think not,” he said as lightly as he could manage, pretending that he didn’t notice her strained smile.  “I didn’t come here to go dunk your husband in the ocean, though I’m sure he deserves it.  I came to spend time with the one who got away,” he teased.  “I’m going to go change into my swimming trunks, and you’re going to go change into a swimsuit so that I don’t have to drag you out there and dump you in the ocean against your will,” he grinned.<br/><br/>“Come on, Claire.  You know you can’t resist me,” he added, a dimple showing in one cheek as he leaned across the counter so that their faces were mere inches apart and he could look into her eyes. It was an oddly intimate moment and his smile softened around the edges, affection in his voice.  “Please…”<br/>