As my head pops up, my ears are met the voice of a man. Listening, and trying to identify the location of the person speaking, I quietly place my hands onto the rounded concrete. The pool has me relaxed and the rosé has me feeling frisky. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t hoping someone was here to help me enjoy the summer sun a bit more than I already have. The mystery voice is deep, stern and quiet. He sounds far away, yet close at the same time.
