Sure enough, Nakos looked up, shielding the glare from his eyes with his hand. Rivulets of water trailed over his sun-kissed skin like some naughty version of a Coppertone ad. A beat later, he nodded and turned to Olivia.
"He smiles when you walk into view. Every time. And I don't need to be a mind-reader to pick the thoughts from his head. He's got some dirty fantasies going on in there. It's a guy thing."
She huffed a laugh, but her heart pounded and her skin heated. The longer Nate's words hovered between them, the deeper they sank. Her belly clenched at the possibilities. Perhaps because Nate had no vested interest made it easier to believe him. Or maybe since he had started as an outside party to their unit gave his opinion more merit. Credence.