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Bill is downstairs after some breakfast. He sits down at the counter, and before he can even ask, Bar provides him with a loaded plate; eggs, bacon, sausage, hashbrowns, a short stack of pancakes, a cup of coffee and orange juice.

Bill grins at the offering, and is about to say thank you when a newspaper appears. Looking at the front page headline his smile falls.

Mardi Gras in Miami

It's not really the headline, but the part underneath that tells how the Saints defeated the Colts 31-17 in the Superbowl that's just killed his good mood.

Bill lifts the paper and shakes his head.

"Aw, c'mon, no. I didn't even know they were playin'."

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The water's warm and Bill's warmer; a pleasant shiver runs through her when he wraps her in his arms.

"Me?"

She shakes her head, her nose brushing his.

"I think you're confused."

"Am I?"

He turns them in a slow circle, eyes on her and smile going nowhere.

"I don't think I am. Think I know you pretty well, actually."

"Oh, so that means -- "

Her lips wander from the corner of his mouth to his jaw, from his jaw to his ear.

"You know I'm going to keep arguing with you until you admit I'm right."

"Yeah, I know," he admits.

His chin tilts, inviting more contact.

"But, I like the case you're makin', so I'm gonna let you argue a little more."

She chuffs a laugh into the pulse-point below the corner of his jaw, and she tastes salt when she licks her lips, her tongue flickering over his damp skin.

"I don't know if you could handle the full presentation out here."

"I think I'm handlin' things pretty well," he replies, giving her ass a playful squeeze.

"But, I might be convinced t'change the settin', if it's in my interest, I suppose."

Her thighs tighten around his waist, lips curving into a smirk that's equal parts innocent and devious.

"I'm not sure I can approve a change of venue until we get in that swim I promised -- wouldn't that be against the prize rules?"

He laughs, forehead resting against hers.

"I guess it would be, but you're not makin' swimmin' all that easy."

Tightening his hold, he adds, "Mind, that wasn't a complaint."

They'll get around to swimming, eventually.

"It wasn't?"

She shifts her hips against him, slow and deliberate, her grin taking a much more wicked turn.

"Because I can move ... "

The friction makes his heart leap up into his throat and he has to swallow it back down.

"No, that's alright," he assures her. "Think we're fine right here."

She stills, reminding herself this is a public beach, even if they're alone out here for the moment.

Certain he's got her, she lets her hands slide down to cup the sides of his neck, her thumbs tracing his collarbone.

"I think we might be better than fine."

He has her, supporting her easily with the help of the water and her legs around his waist.

"On this one, I'll admit you're right."

"Wait, what was that?"

Grinning, she pulls back just enough to study him.

"I don't think I heard that last part, sheriff."

He grins, and wavers his shoulders back and forth, making her move with him as a result.

"I'm sayin' you're right. But, it's more like I'm agreein' with you, than sayin' I was wrong. 'Cause I wasn't."

Laughing, she rocks with him; curling closer, she tucks her head beneath his chin to hide her smug smile.

"So what you're saying is you're absolutely full of it."

"Am I now?"

She can probably feel him draw in a breath, right before he dunks them under.

When he comes up he's laughing.

"You -- "

She sputters, her shoulders shaking with laughter; tossing her head, she swipes a wet curtain of blond hair from her eyes.

Coughing, "You're a dead man."

"Nah-uh, Kate, remember that's an arrestable offense," he reminds her, still grinning wide.

Her coughing subsides and she slips behind him, hands curving around his shoulders for purchase as her toes leave the sandy bottom.

She fits herself to his back, smothering a self-satisfied grin.

"I think," and her lips brush the shell of his ear, "you just want to cuff me."

He reaches a hand up to grasp her wrist, chuckling.

"I'm thinkin' you wouldn't mind to terribly much if I did."

"Sounds like you are putting some wishful thinking to use," she says, her voice low and teasing in his ear.

She shifts against him, just enough to hook one leg over his hip, her thigh skimming his side.

"Could say the same for you," he says, fingertips moving along her skin.

"Could say you're plantin' ideas."

"The only thing I'm planting -- "

She shifts again, long limbs and lean muscle tangling and tightening beneath and above the water.

"Is opportunity."

Sucking in a quick breath, she yanks both of them beneath an oncoming wave.

"Wh-- "

He realizes what she's doing a split second after she does it, which means he doesn't get his mouth closed before she yanks him backwards into the water.

It takes a bit of floundering before he gets his head back above the water, laughing as he sputters.

"Cheater."

She's laughing so hard she's almost wheezing, blinking water from her lashes.

"Me?"

She gives his shoulder a playful shove.

"You started it."