Tim looked out the back window of his kitchen. The sounds of young girls laughing put a smile on his face, but he still felt like that creepy guy who should be doing something other than watching girls frolicking around the pool. There was only one girl he had eyes for, and that was his own.

Martier.

She wore a modest, black, one-piece swimsuit, but she could have been wearing a garter belt and high heels for the way she affected him. It had been so many months since ...