Chapter 19: How Many

When August emerged from the bathroom again, she caught a glimpse of something moving in her peripheral vision. She turned and saw Graeme poolside leaning with both arms against a wood slat wall while water fell over him from a shower head above. He reached up to push back his wet hair and run a hand over his face.

August's eyes followed the water as it streamed down his back. Her mouth fell open. Of course he has a perfect body. "Jesus," she whispered to herself. Him being a mythical creature didn't seem too far-fetched anymore.