“This is gorgeous,” she breathed.
Talen stood and shucked off his trousers and shirt.
Georgia turned around quickly, finding the flowers and the wall to be suddenly fascinating. She heard a splash and a chuckle.
“Come and warm up. I won’t bite,” he called.
“No. I’m good.” She kept her eyes focused on the wall.
“Soak your feet. I can tell they’re hurting you from your walk.”
“New boots, that’s all. I’m breaking them in.” And blistering her heels.
Soaking her feet did sound tempting. She sat at the edge of the pool and kept her eyes downward. More splashing. She refused to look. The brief glimpse she saw of the tightly corded muscles and the flex of his thigh—
Not going to look.
“Are you shy?”
“I’m not shy,” she said.
“Then you should come in the water. It’s the best way to warm u
