She took his second suggestion and fetched one of the café chairs, positioning it near poolside, but just far enough away so he couldn't reach out, grab her and pull her in.Yet she could see him clearly, those stunning dark eyes, the chiseled face with the slim scar down his cheek, his mouth like that of a sensual poet, T.S. Eliot without the jagged edges.Water streamed from his wet hair, the strands black and sleek.His broad shoulders rippled with tough muscle, and the pad of his ...