Along the shore, Goren stopped the boat, dropping Logan, Barek, and Molly.
- Be careful, Molly.
At her uncle's words, Molly turned to him, nodded, and waved, watching the boat pull away down the river with her uncle in it, and Eames at her side.
- Molly rushed to Barek's side, and placed her little hand in his, which Barek held gently. Let's get into our bathing suits.
Logan watched Barek and Molly walk away into a small forest.
When they disappeared from his field of vision, he hastily removed his clothes, so that he would only end up in his boxers, ready for the swimming lesson.
He looked up to the horizon, where Goren and Eames had disappeared from their field of vision.
Strange...
Goren had been very quiet the whole way.
And he hadn't taken his eyes off Eames.
As if there was only Eames in his presence...
And that they were not there.
Could it be that Goren really had his eye on his partner.
Logan was really starting to wonder.
But no matter.
He had better things to do for now.
The Goren and Eames case...
He would deal with it later.
Because anyway...
If there was something between those two...
He would find out sooner or later.
And if they were slow in coming to join them...
It would confirm his suspicions.
- Mike... I'm ready.
At Molly's voice, Logan turned to her, saw her in her little canary yellow one-piece shirt, and ran toward him.
When she reached him, she turned toward the small forest and pointed to the spot where she had appeared.
- Carolyn said to me that we begin without her...
At the excitement of the little girl, Logan smiled, tenderized.
- All right... let's go swimming.
Molly put her little hand in Logan's, raised her big brown eyes towards him, a big smile on her lips.
Barek quietly walked out of the forest, to see Logan and Molly hand in hand, heading for the shore.
A small smile played on his lips.
She didn't waste a second, and went to join them.
Finally Goren had been able to put them down.
He had noticed the insistent looks that Logan was giving him.
As if he was trying to guess something.
Could it be that Logan guessed what he was about to do.
But not...
It was impossible.
Logan would have had to witness the scene in the library to understand what he had in mind.
So Goren must have had the wrong idea.
Besides...
Now that he had dropped the three of them off, he could finally be alone with Eames.
And he could try to seduce her.
Especially...
He knew where he was going to take her.
Goren knew of a secluded place, far from any living soul, which could only please Eames, just by its small charm.
This place was surrounded by fields of flowers as far as the eye could see.
Of all kinds.
Mimosas...
Sunflowers...
And even daffodils.
He was sure that Eames would love this place.
In addition...
Since they would be alone, maybe he could try to kiss her again.
Especially...
That no one would be able to see them.
- My God... Eames' big hazel eyes, lit up with wonder. It's beautiful.
At these words, Goren came out of his thoughts, looked at Eames, and his heart stopped.
My God...
The color of her eyes that shone so brightly...
Her cheeks pink with pleasure...
And her lips slightly parted in surprise.
Name of God...
Hold me back.
Eames was just too pretty.
And if he would listen to himself...
He'd kiss her right here in this boat, without any formality.
But he couldn't.
He respected her far too much.
And Eames deserved to be gentle, and caring with her.
In addition...
Goren was happy.
He was right.
He knew that Eames, in spite of her strong policewoman looks...
She was like all women...
Sensitive and fragile.
And this place where he had taken her had not failed to seduce her.
Eames was so simple...
Rare were the women like her.
Even her exes wouldn't have behaved like that.
Goren guided the sloop along the bank, and when it touched the ground, he jumped down, rushed to Eames, and held out his hand to help her down.
Eames put his little hand in hers, and his other hand on her shoulder, and Goren put his hand on her slim waist, lifted her out of the boat, and put her gently on the ground.
Eames lifted her face to Goren's, who let his long, slender fingers on her waist, and whose warmth penetrated the fabric of her dress, and inflamed her whole.
- Bobby...
At the whisper of Eames's voice, Goren stepped back sharply, pulling his hand from her waist, brought his hand to the back of her neck, looked away, his face red, all embarrassed.
My God...
He had forgotten all notion of time.
Feeling Eames' small size under his fingers had set him on fire.
And if Eames hadn't interrupted his train of thought, he would have kissed her.
It was strange...
With Eames he lost all control of himself.
Which he had never done.
Even with other girls.
Eames was the only one.
Eames approached Goren, and put his hand on his arm.
- Bobby...
At the touch of Eames' little fingers on his arm, Goren snapped out of his thoughts.
My God...
And there it was.
He was still immersed in his thoughts.
He absolutely had to calm down.
Or Eames would understand that he was not acting as usual.
Gently, he put his hand on hers, intertwined his fingers with hers, and gently pulled her after him, forcing her to follow.
- I want to show you something.
Show her something...
Eames was all aflutter.
She had the impression to have fallen again in adolescence by discovering this place covered with fields of flowers.
It was really beautiful.
Especially...
That if she remembered correctly...
Goren was allergic to flowers.
So why bring him here.
But strangely enough...
He had no allergy symptoms.
Could he have been taking a medication to avoid any problems.
- Here we are... Goren stopped, stopping Eames in the process. Look.
Eames looked up, discovering a beautiful area covered with daisies, which were all around a tree.
- It's really pretty... But why...
She didn't have time to finish her sentence when Goren stooped down and picked a flower, and handed it to her.
- A flower... He blushed violently, looking away... For a pretty flower.
Eames felt his heart beat violently in his chest, ready to explode.
Had she heard right...
Or had Goren just compared her to a flower.
And a pretty flower.
Could it be that he was trying to seduce her...
That awkward look he had, crouching in front of her, his face red.
If that was the case...
It even worked very well.
Eames loved the romantic way Goren addressed her.
And not...
That of his macho men who thought that everything was already won by just a smile...
Or by a word.
And who didn't bother.
Doing the bare minimum.
Goren was different from his men.
Despite his eccentric way of being.
Goren was a gentle person...
And caring.
Just by the way he was with Molly.
But no...
Eames shouldn't get his hopes up.
It was simply impossible between them.
Goren would never try to charm her.
She had to be kidding herself.
Goren had just wanted to be nice to her.
That was all.
That was it. Nothing more.
Just like a big brother acts with his little sister.
But no matter how hard Eames tried to convince herself of that...
She couldn't calm her heartbeat.
What Goren had just done...
To say Goren.
had moved her too much.
She who had built a barricade around her heart to protect herself.
Goren was tearing down the walls of that barricade one by one.
But it was not meant to be.
Goren was first and foremost her partner.
A friend dear to his heart.
And above all...
He was not for her.
- Alex...
At the concern in Goren's voice, Eames took the flower from Goren's fingers, and walked away towards the tree.
Good God...
Why couldn't she calm her heartbeat.
Why was she so upset.
For so little.
So little...
But that was so much more to her.
- Alex... I said... Or did something wrong...
And that was it...
It was Goren.
To imagine that he could have done...
Or said something wrong.
When in fact he had done nothing of the sort.
Eames heard Goren's footsteps approaching her, and she turned, facing him, her back and hands pressed against the tree.
Goren stopped in front of a pink-cheeked Eames.
He put his hands flat on either side of Eames' face on the tree trunk.
- Alex... I…
Eames shook his head in denial, and put his finger to his lips silencing him.
- You didn't do anything wrong.
Was it true...
But then why hadn't she dared to face him.
Had he said something...
Oh...
Could it be that Eames was enjoying her little comparison between her, and a flower.
He had to know.
- What I said about the flower... I meant it.
Goren took the flower from Eames' hands, and placed it behind his ear.
Yes.
There it was perfect.
That little flower in that spot was perfect.
- A pretty flower... Deserves a flower...
At his words, Eames turns totally scarlet, confirming Goren's suspicions.
But yes...
Eames was confused by her words.
It was really adorable the reaction she had.
He had not been mistaken.
Underneath her tough and strong policewoman looks...
Eames was softness...
Sensitivity even.
Gently, he took her hand in his, brought it to his lips, kissed each little finger gently, and dipped his brown eyes into her hazel gaze.
- Bobby... You mustn't...
But Goren was already not listening to her.
He was drawn inexorably to her thin, pink lips, which were a call for kisses.
He brought Eames' hand against his heart, and with his other hand, brought it to her neck, forced her delicately to raise her face towards him, brought her lips closer to his, brushed them.
With the softness of this kiss, Eames lost all control.
She carried the hands to the ebony curls of Goren, clutched them, and forced the passage of her lips, intermingled their languages in a crazy dance.
To the ardor of Eames, Goren brought his hands to her thighs, and lifted her from the ground, wrapped her legs around his waist, keeping her firmly against him, and back to the tree.
Eames let out a small cry of pleasure, as she felt Goren press his hard member against her crotch.
- Oh Alex... You're making me lose all control.
With ardour, he took her lips with avidity, and brought his fingers to the small straps of the top of her dress, making them slide one by one along her arms, caressing her satiny skin at the same time, and revealing a small pastel pink bra of which one saw the perfect roundness of her small breasts.
Pastel pink...
Her favorite color.
Goren smiled, tenderized.
Eames was so simple...
So cute.
And so desirable at that moment.
And above all...
She hadn't stopped him yet.