I sliced through the cool water, my steady strokes taking me from one end of the Olympic pool to the other in languid fashion. Swimming always helped me to work through problems in my head, helped me to focus while my body mindlessly burned calories.
Natalie had stunned me with her natural beauty, her sweet spirit I’d only briefly seen. She intrigued the hell out of me to the point I considered pursuing her—but just for the weekend. Regardless of a woman’s draw, I wouldn’t be sucked down the rabbit hole—again—that had led to my being jaded.
Movement beyond the wrought iron fence around the pool area drew my focus long enough to recognize the long dark hair and curves of the woman haunting my thoughts. She walked the pebbled path of the rose garden, focused on her cell.
I held silent and
