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“Thanks, Mason. I just…” Maya’s words dissolved in her brain as the most perfect specimen of a nearly naked man she’d seen appeared behind Mason. Lucas stood, drops of water clinging to the dark skin of his chest and arms, a blue and white striped towel hanging dangerously low on his hips. He held clothes in one hand, his boots in the other.
Lucas, relieved it wasn’t Alexa, whom he thought of as a little sister, watched as Maya’s gaze traveled slowly over him. When she focused on his face, he offered a charming smile as if he hadn’t just puked because he spent too much time immersed in seriously bad juju.
“Hello, Maya. Nice to see you.”
“Uh… you, too, Lucas.”
“If you’re looking for Kai, did Mason tell you he’s out of town and will be back tonight?”
Mason glanced between the two of
