<em>Oh no</em>, came the thought, as Cara watched Gregory pull the dripping phone from his pocket.  She shook her head, surprised and amused at the decidedly level reaction to his own error.  While it appeared he may hold out some hope for salvaging the thing, Cara was pretty sure the phone was a goner.<em>That rules out calling him for a while…</em><br/><br/>The phone, however, was quickly forgotten as Gregory arranged himself next to her and began to run his hand up and down her back.  The first touch sent a shiver up her spine, but gradually the sensation began to relax her, lying in the warm sunshine.  Cara folded her arms under her chin and laid her head upon them, closing her eyes and thoroughly enjoying his attention.  Her response to him was hardly a response at all, just an agreeable, murmured<em>Mmmhmm</em>when he mentioned stopping the clock and staying just like this.<br/><br/>As he mentioned the Loch Ness monster, however, she had to grin, sparkling green eyes peering over at him in amusement.  “Oh, you’re not helping yourself, or me, saying things like<em>that</em>”  Cara laughed, turning to her side to face him. She reached out, running a few fingers through his wet hair before resting her hand on his cheek.  “You’re lucky you’re so charming, Gregory McClellen, because I’m beginning to see that wild streak you mentioned.”<br/>