Instead, right before the beach, he turned the bike in to a private driveway, reached into one of the pockets of his leather jacket, and aimed a remote control at the broad garage door of a spectacular two-level house. The door opened. They moved forward. It closed behind them again. To Sophie’s consternation, the ground floor was entirely taken up with a huge swimming pool. Placid, blue, and lit by shafts of sunshine through wide windows and floor-to-ceiling glass doors, it seemed to pulse with invitation. The paved expanse where they’d parked was obviously intended for vehicles, but otherwise the whole area invited family recreation. Inflatable toys and outdoor furniture leaned against one wall. Two small kayaks hung from hooks in the ceiling. A big stainless-steel gas barbecue stood beside a matching refrigerator. Sophie struggled off the bike, pulled off her helmet and shook out her long hair. “Where are we?” she demanded. Rafe removed his helmet more slowly. His eyes held the same sexy invitation that had mesmerized her at lunchtime. Hot.
