Together they walked downstairs through a hallway of marble and a living area that looked as if it had been taken out of a high-end interior design magazine. The sliding glass door was open, and a woman stood, holding a tray with a glass of red wine and a glass of orange juice. Nicklaus took the glass of wine and handed her the orange juice. She could not help noticing the play of muscles on his arms, the V-shape of his broad shoulders and his narrow waist.
She felt a strange flutter in her stomach at the sight of him and took several deep breaths. He must have heard her because he looked down at her face. He was dressed in black slacks and a white open-neck shirt that contrasted with his tanned skin. Passing a small table already laden with plates and platters with sterling covers, he pu
