The way he figured it, things could have gone one of two ways. He could have either gotten blood-boilingly angry, which would have momentarily satisfying but would have long-lasting consequences, or he could have done exactly what he did - allow himself to be annoyed, angry even, but with the understanding that her intentions, while dubious, weren't malicious.

And the water felt good. Warm, soothing, relaxing the tension out of the sore muscles of his back and shoulders. If he was going to be Kenzi's personal masseuse for the next two weeks, he'd need those muscles at their peak. So he closed his eyes, stretched his legs out, and pretended that he wasn't watching her in her very flattering camo bikini.

"I could become used to it." A lazy concession, but it would do.