Years of worshipping the too-few months of nice weather meant John had no trouble in placing the temperature of the back yard in the early-twenties on the Celsius scale. Which meant that Parker either loved cold water or was spending a fortune to heat his pool. On further consideration, John decided there was no way in hell that Parker would be fool enough to be in cold water. He didn’t seem like the type that would forgo comfort.
A crouch, a lean, and a quick drag of his palm through the water confirmed that the pool felt more like a warm bath than anything else. Heated. Good.
There’d been a bathing suit on the end of the bed, along with two fresh towels when John had gone back to the bedroom. He wasn’t sure if he should be chuckling over the fact that William had caught on to the neces
