Landon tossed the dishtowel onto the counter and gripped the edge lightly as he flicked a casual glance towards Gavin.  Dinner had been a success as far as he was concerned, and the fact that she’d seemingly enjoyed the pampering they had showered on her was a good sign.  He hoped.  He still wasn’t completely comfortable with their plan, or more specifically with his part in the plan, but he had to admit that he loved it when she smiled, and the sound of her laughter never failed to brighten his day.<br/><br/>The chances of getting her into anything skimpier than a modest bathing suit was slim to none, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t work on lowering her defenses.  Oddly enough the entire thing was reminiscent of some of the military ops he’d been a part of.  It was just a matter of finding the right strategy for this specific problem.  Something he excelled at in most situations.<br/><br/>“I’ll go for a swim if you’ll come with me,” he said with a wicked smile of his own, the edge half flirting and half mischievous.   “It’s been a while since I’ve dunked you in the ocean…”<br/><br/>“Oh, and none of this waiting for our food to settle, that’s an old wives tale anyway,” he teased Claire.<br/>