4
Sam felt toes sliding up the inside of his right calf, and he was fairly sure they weren’t Stirling’s. Two men had tried to hit on him at parties since he’d become a household name in the States, but mostly it was women, an uncomfortable number of whom, like Tracey Hawthorne, were already in relationships.
He coughed, hoping Tracey would take the hint and ease off. Instead, he felt her toenail trace a path to his knee and along his thigh. She had long legs, that Tracey, as he’d seen in the pool.
Sam had known from a previous dip that the plunge pool was over-chlorinated, so when he dived in he had kept his eyes shut and his hands out, so he could feel for the wall. Tracey had slid into the water and positioned herself so that he swam into her. His palm had connected with her hipbone a
