"Jeremiah, I said I didn't know how to swim, not that I don't like the water, or the beach!", Marti told him with a smile on her face.  "I'm glad we're here together.  There isn't anyone else I'd rather be with.  Okay?"<br/><br/>Watching him get out of the car, and come around to open her door, Marti thought how lucky she was to have met a man like Jeremiah.  He was handsome, charming and witty.  She liked him, and if her read was right, he liked her too.<br/><br/>That kiss.  Oh, my.  Marti felt warm, just at the memory of his lips on hers.  She could get used to the tenderness he showed her.<br/><br/>As she got out of the car, and stood beside him, she slung her bag over her shoulder, and reaching for his hand, she entwined her fingers with his.  Giving him her most winsome smile she kissed him again, on the lips, taking him once again by surprise.  Laughing at his reaction, she said, "Come on, I'm ready to feel that silky sand between my toes!"<br/><br/>After a couple of hours in the sand, and the sun, who knows what they might be up for, but she secretly hoped for a nice quiet dinner and a night spent in his arms.