CHAPTER SEVEN
“First a cocktail bar, now a swimming pool,” Marcus murmured. “I'm starting to feel like I'm on vacation.”
Dakota glanced over, across the sunchairs, raising an eyebrow. She felt a note of wry humor. “You look like you're going to a comic book convention.”
Marcus blinked at her from behind his spectacles. He'd taken his suit jacket off, resting it neatly on the chair at his side.
Though they were sitting in sun-chairs at the hotel they'd rented, the pool itself was indoors. Which suited Dakota just fine. She could feel the persuasion of the air conditioned room. The private, hotel pool room smelled vaguely of chlorine. She spotted a couple of wet pool noodles floating on the water, along with an innertube. A couple of green, oversized lily pads ornamented the shallow end
