Mara’s heart slammed against her ribs as the massive bear splashed in the creek. “Oh hell,” she whispered, pressing tighter against the tree trunk. Was the poor thing okay? Bears could swim, right? She hoped so, because she sure couldn’t jump in to save it.
Then the water shifted, and a man rose from the surface tall, broad, moonlight sliding over wet skin like liquid silver. Ky. Completely, unapologetically naked.
Her breath caught, sharp and audible in the quiet night. Every muscle stood out in stark relief, water tracing paths down his chest, over the cut lines of his abs, lower. She should look away. She really should. Instead, she stared, mouth dry, pulse thundering in her ears.
He shook water from his hair, fingers raking through the short spikes, then stretched his arms overhead.
