Chapter Seven
The following afternoon, when lunch was over, Theron had them both in their swimsuits and in the pool once more. His mood had been somewhat detached, but no more than usual, as Leah had come to expect. After all, by his own admission, he said he had always led a solitary life, so she put his remote attitude down to habit more than his trying to ignore her.
She sat on the top step of the pool, enjoying the sunshine on her skin and the sight of Theron swimming several energetic laps. He then dove to the very bottom, and, graceful as a mythical merman, surfaced. Water slid in rivulets off his jet-black hair and hard body. Washing a hand over his face to rid himself of any excess water, he waded back over to her, his expression blank.
Leah quickly stored her growing feelings f
