We need someone special, someone who projects complete control. At the same time he has to have a sense of brooding power ready to explode under the right conditions. A ball hurtled past and dropped into the pool, splattering Carly s legs. There go my snakeskin sandals. I m glad they re only fakes.
Daphne didn t answer.
She pointed across the deck to a tall, beautifully muscled man climbing the ladder from the pool. Water skimmed down his rigid abs and dotted his powerful shoulders. Every movement he made was smooth, every inch of his body a testiment to controlled power. Carly felt a little punch of heat in her stomach. This was the one, she thought, mesmerized by all those lean, rippling muscles.