Gavin was sitting by the fire by the time Claire reached him.  She glanced toward the house, off a little in the distance.  The beach was isolated, dark except for twinkling stars and their fire and the lights from a few homes spread along the shoreline.  They had a lot of privacy along this stretch, and they had paid dearly for it.<br/><br/>She picked up a towel and dried off, and then joined her husband, dropping down to sit on the blanket he'd spread out, facing him instead of the small fire.  Logan was still inside, and she kissed Gavin, pecking him on the lips.  She wasn't sure if she should say anything.  There might not even be time before he returned with the wine.  But she'd never kept things from her mate before, and if things were weird between her and Landon this evening, she didn't want him wondering about it.<br/><br/>Her stomach clenched as she glanced over at him.  "Gavin," she said, clearing her throat.  Her words were rushed, too much so.  "In the water, Landon kissed me.  It wasn't anything, not a big deal.  I think it was just kind of a joke because he won the race.  But I thought you should know."<br/><br/>The last few words trailed off, and she looked down, the fire casting shadows across her face.