Seriously, if there was a way to look regal while being violently assaulted by jet streams, I was for sure not pulling it off. I swatted the water like a swarm of bats. Through my waterlogged lashes, I caught a glimpse of broad shoulders, defined abs, and—thank God—dark shorts before Blake reached for something I couldn’t see. The assault suddenly ceased.
Oh no. I am mortified for her.
