Disclaimer: If you haven't figured it out yet you don't get to know...

A/N: I'm so lost as to where to go with this story...I hate writer's block...I hate plots too, stories shouldn't need plots (but then if I wrote PWP stories it might –might? Who am I kidding?– get smutty so it's probably best I attempt to toss some semblance of plot into my stories). Okay enough rambling...on with the story! Oh by the way one metre is like 3.2 feet (I'm Canadian so sue me – haha).

Dan wrapped his arm around Zoe's waist as they walked along the beach, pulling her closer to him, "Want to rest for a bit?" he whispered into her ear, inhaling the sweet scent of her shampoo mixed with the hibiscus she'd tucked into her hair. Dan had noticed her yawns as they walked along the beach and he'd seen more than one guy give him a knowing look or thumbs up as they passed. After some snooping early in the morning the two had found the secluded cove that was the site of the blackmailing photographer. Dan pulled Zoe towards the shade of a palm tree just metres from the cove that they had set up surveillance on. He spread a blanket on the sand sitting with his back against the tree trunk and motioning for Zoe to sit between his legs. She dropped down to the blanket, squirming into a comfortable position with Dan as he began to rub her shoulders and back, intent on working out all the kinks.

"Mmm...that feels incredible Dan! Where did you learn to do this?" Zoe felt all the stress melting away as Dan caressed her back and shoulders, gently massaging the muscles. Dan just smiled and continued his loving ministrations on her back. Zoe leaned back into his chest as he finished the massage, his arms wrapping around her waist protectively as she drifted to sleep.

"Zoe...Come on Zoe you have to wake up now honey," Did I just call her honey? Dan whispered softly into her ear. "Zoe..." he felt her shift in his arms as she woke up.

"Can't we just stay here?" her voice still full of sleep as she looked up at him.

"Unfortunately no...We have work to do and I just saw a couple head into the cove." Zoe nearly leapt from his embrace,

"Hurry up Dan!" she hissed softly. Dan just smiled and shook his head, folding the blanket. Zero to sixty in ten seconds flat that woman, he thought to himself as he watched her creep towards the cove. Dan followed her, placing his hand on the small of her back as he reached her side, steering her into the tree line so they wouldn't be seen. They watched the couple set out a blanket and sit down, looking around furtively to see if anyone else was around. Satisfied that they were alone the couple began a passionate make-out session on their blanket. Zoe flushed with embarrassment and buried her head in Dan's shoulder to avoid having to watch.

"Zoe," Dan nudged her, "look on the water. See that little cave? I think there's someone in there in a boat." They watched for another few minutes, seeing a small kayak bobbing in the darkness of the cave with momentary flashes of light when a photo was taken before they decided they should try to get to the cave so they could catch their mystery photographer. Dan reached for Zoe's hand, pulling her along behind him as they wound their way through the trees stopping just before the shoreline. Dan felt Zoe's grip on his hand tighten as they heard the distinct sounds of the other couple's lovemaking drifting across the beach and he turned to find her biting her lower lip, eyes squeezed shut in embarrassment. "C'mere Zoe," he whispered, opening his arms to her pulling her into his chest and trying to block out the sounds. Dan was fighting the arousal that was building inside him, trying to stay strong and impartial for Zoe, while she fought the same feelings, his embrace only intensifying everything.

"Dannn," she moaned his name.

"I know Zoe. Believe me I know," he replied locking his eyes on the cave as he saw the bow of the kayak begin to exit. "Zoe I think our photographer is going to make a break for it." Dan pulled a cell phone from his pocket and phoned the local police to arrest the blackmailing photographer. "Let's follow him Zoe. We'll keep him busy until the cops get here." Dan wrapped his arm around Zoe's shoulders as she shivered in the evening breeze. The pair walked along the shoreline following the kayak as it approached the now quiet lovers.

"Sir? Ma'am?" the voice from the kayak called, "I believe I may have some photos you would like to see." The photographer had extricated himself from his kayak and was quickly making his way across the beach. Dan removed his arm from Zoe's shoulders and grabbed her hand, pulling her along with him. "My name is Jacques and I work for this resort and it is my job to catch lovers on our beaches. I can destroy these photos but it will cost you."

"Jacques? As in our limo driver Jacques?" Zoe hissed to Dan, her eyes widening in surprise. The pair watched as Jacques showed the couple the pictures on the screen of his digital camera.

"How much do you want for them?" the man asked.

"What do you say to 500 per picture? I'd say that's fair, otherwise these will be posted all over the internet by tomorrow morning." Dan and Zoe stepped from the shadows,

"Don't you think 500 per picture is a little steep?" Dan called to Jacques. The photographer whirled to face Zoe and Dan, "Did we forget to mention that we're fraud investigators Zoe?" he turned to Zoe, eying her playfully.

"Well I suppose we must have Dan. Otherwise Jack here wouldn't be looking so confused!" Zoe grinned back at him as they listened to the sounds of approaching sirens. Voices filtered through the trees as the police approached Jacques looked defeated knowing there was no escape. Jacques was arrested without much trouble and charged with six counts of extortion and entrapment.

"Well Zoe shall we go back to our room for the night? I don't know about you but I'm ready to eat and fall into bed. On the bright side we have the rest of the week to relax here." Zoe smiled up at him as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders again, pulling her close, but her mind was racing, What did he mean when he said 'He knew?' Did he feel like I did? Do I want him to? Do I want to do anything with him? What kind of example is this for the kids? I don't even go out on a date with him and I sleep with him?...woah who said anything about sleeping with anyone? She sighed softly, trying to get herself to relax as they approached the dining room. The couple enjoyed another delicious meal, both conspicuously avoiding alcohol and as they approached their room both grew quiet, each lost in thought. The silence stretched on as they both got ready for bed, each wondering where the night would lead. Zoe exited the bathroom in a backless silk nightgown to find Dan seated on the bed with the lights dimmed and a bottle of body lotion in his hands. Her voice caught in her throat at the prospect of receiving a sensual massage from Dan. "You seemed stressed at dinner Zoe. How about a massage?" he smiled sweetly at her, silently hoping she knew he wasn't expecting anything in return. Zoe nodded hesitantly and lay down on her stomach beside Dan on the bed. She felt him shift on the bed, reaching out to push her hair to the side. He opened the vanilla scented lotion and poured some into his hands, warming it before he began to rub Zoe's back and shoulders.

"Mmm..." Zoe couldn't manage to string together thoughts as he gently kneaded her taut muscles.

"Zoe?" he whispered into her, "I want you to know that this doesn't have to go anywhere you don't want it to okay?" She looked up at him, eyes glittering with tears at his sweet sensitivity.

"Dan...it's not that I don't want this to go somewhere...I'm just worried about what kind of example it'll set for the kids, Taylor especially." she looked like a scared child on the bed with him.

"Zoe if you're not comfortable with this then nothing will happen. I know what I want but if you're not ready I can wait." Dan reassured her.

"Earlier when we were on the beach you said you knew how I was feeling...was that just because of what we were overhearing?" Zoe moved so her head was resting on a pillow in Dan's lap and she stared up at him expectantly.

"Zoe you wouldn't believe the number of cold showers I've been forced to take because of you. What we were overhearing wasn't helping the attraction I already have to you and I was trying hard not to do anything stupid." She grinned up at him.

"Dan?"

"Hmm?"

"Kiss me."