“Have you thought about this?” I asked abruptly. No idea where the question came from. He slowed. His expression clouded with hesitation, or maybe shame, and then disappeared. “All the time.” His measured gaze worked along the length of my bare body, lingering over my nakedness. I felt flushed and breathless. “Jesus, Cassidy,” he continued. “After that day I saw you and Preston on the lounge chair . . . I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
