He hadn't missed Cole's look of guilt. And what an peculiar thing to feel guilty over.

"I will tell you a secret," he said, almost conspiratorially. "I do not much care for such dismal weather either. Many times I have found it an excuse to sleep in."

What a slacker.

He partially emerged from the water, enough to once again relax with his back to the edge of the pool, rather than sitting stiff and quietly sullen that cold air had the sheer audacity to exist.

"It may not be a terrible thing to think about things you want."