Quite predictably, that crazy combination of reactions vanished with the slow blink of his lashes. "Need a hand?" he asked blandly, standing up to extend his as she moved to the step beside him. Keeping her eyes on the step so she wouldn't slip and do something totally graceless, she felt rather than saw Kyle watching her ankles, calfs and thighs disappear into the warm water. She felt his eyes continue upward. The top of her white maillot was quite modest—no sense calling any attention to her lesser attributes—but the high, French cut of its legs made her legs appear even longer. Toni lifted her head to smile up at him, but he had already let go of her hand and turned around to open the wine. "Seventy-nine was a good year for this." She was staring at the shadow of his dark, and very brief, swim trunks below the water line and was following the indentation of his spine upward to his broad shoulders.
