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They'd continue on to the end and exit the pool to receive critiques while the next wave of swimmers repeated the process. As usual, the bleachers fronting the pool were packed with spectators watching the students with careful eyes and furious note-taking. Grace would have felt more comfortable if she hadn't been promoted into the lead group with Wade. It was embarrassing to be considered on his level, even without her earlier breakfast fiasco. Beside her, Wade stepped onto the block at lane 4 and faced the crowd. "Wade Ferrari," he announced, before turning back to face down the lane. The coaches blonde always had the swimmers identify themselves so there'd be no confusion during the reviews. "Grace Lemaire," she shouted, waving to the audience. It was sort of hot, standing there so totally exposed, but with nobody knowing it. She took another peek at Wade's erection, which didn't seem to have suffered too much from its unplanned oatmeal scrub. If only he hadn't been so abrupt! 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