Chapter 43: SparringArdith decided a beer would taste good. Forget David. She passed an open area and saw Priscilla was sitting at a table by the pool. Waiters were serving drinks and she smiled at a huge form emerging from the pool.
Muscles ran from his shoulders down through his calves. His wet hair was a shade of brown and he was wearing nothing but a thong. Some of the people around the pool gasped. The man grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his middle before moving in a rocking, rolling gait to the table where Priscilla was. A huge smile lit his face and he grabbed an empty chair and slid it next to Priscilla.
She watched Priscilla, that cool, carrot-redheaded, modern-don't-need-a-man-kind-of-woman, look at him with adoration. Priscilla was forty-three but looked twenty-six. Her
