all the while she were part of the antics.
Her heart fell to the bottom of her stomach when Cole casually tossed
Caleb into the air and let him go under the water. Before she could
shout a warning, Cole had scooped him up, waited until he'd stopped
sputtering, and then tossed him in the air again.
Caleb was having the time of his life and hopefully getting all worn
out. Jessica sat on the bank with her toes in the cool water until it
was almost completely dark. The temperature was rapidly dropping. She
fetched a towel for Caleb and waited until Cole swam over to give her
son to her.
The baby's lower lip was trembling from the cold, but he still put up a
fight when she lifted him out of the water. He wanted to go back in.
Jessica carried him back to the fire and quickly got him ready for
bed.
She'd already spread a blanket out and placed his baby doll in the
center, and as soon as she put him down, he grabbed the toy, put his
thumb in his mouth, and closed his eyes.
'I'll watch him if you want to get in the water, Jessie, ' Cole said
from behind.
'Thank you, ' she whispered.
There was laughter in his voice when he told her she could look at
him.
'I'm dressed.' Barely, she thought to herself. He was wearing only a
pair of snug-fitting buckskin pants. His hair was slicked back from
his brow, and droplets of water glistened on his arms and chest.
A bath did sound wonderful. She waited until Caleb had drifted off to
sleep, then gathered clean clothes, soap, and a towel. She walked a
good distance away from the campsite so that Cole wouldn't see her,
draped her garments on a fat, leafy bush, and slowly removed her
clothes. Every muscle in her neck and shoulders ached, and she was
suddenly so tired, she could barely concentrate on what she was
doing.
The water felt luxurious against her bare skin. She sighed deeply as
she cautiously moved further into the lake, feeling her way with her
toes to make certain the rocky bottom wasn't going to disappear.
It was sheer heaven. She didn't even mind the cold, but by the time
she had scrubbed herself and washed her hair, her fingertips were as
wrinkled as prunes.
