In a move that will forever be etched into my fantasies, James grabs Daniel, and like he’s no heavier than a throw pillow, tosses him into the pool. James turns away, totally dismissive, and holds out a hand to me. When I don’t immediately respond, a low, rumbling sound comes out of him, rattling my chest like a tiny echo. I’m a lot of things—awed, angry, confused, irritated, and absolutely turned on. But I slide my hand into James’s larger one, and he pulls me to my feet with a gentle strength totally unlike what he just used to throw Daniel into the pool.
