I opened the boathouse and made sure the canoes and paddles and other equipment was in order, even though it was unnecessary, considering I was the one closing up at night and always straightened out everything before I quit for the day.
Just when I was done, I got company.
Two guys with their arms around each other sauntered toward the lake as though they had all the time in the world. They smiled at each other with glittering eyes as though no one else existed, and the sight of them made me weak in the knees. They were so obviously in love that even a blind person would have been able to see it.
Still unnoticed by the men, I allowed myself to stare openly. The taller of the two—probably around six feet—had coffee-colored hair, a slim waist, narrow hips, and long, muscular legs that made my mouth water. His olive skin was flawless and looked as if it would feel like satin under a man’s palms.