Mark took off his shirt, and for a moment, he thought Marina was going to have a damn heart attack.
She gasped dramatically, her hand pressing against her chest as she muttered something in Spanish—something that sounded a lot like appreciation. Then, she switched to English, her voice dripping with mischief. “Dios mío, Rebecca, where did you find this one? He looks like he was sculpted by the gods!”
Rebecca rolled her eyes, shaking her head. “Mamá, please.”
Kendra, on the other hand, chuckled under her breath. “Jesus Christ,” she muttered, but Mark didn’t miss the way her eyes flickered over him when she thought he wasn’t looking.
His smirk deepened. Maybe he should push his luck—maybe grab her and throw her in the pool the way he had last time. The image of her slick, wet skin agains
