“I love the Miami weather.” Nathan stepped towards the balcony and held the curtain back to gaze out at the city lights. “The view is spectacular from here.” Breathtaking, if he was honest. “That it is.” Nathan turned his head towards Jordan’s voice and found Jordan’s gaze roaming up his frame. Piercing brown eyes appraised Nathan from the bottom up. He should have felt self-conscious, but instead his skin heated under Jordan’s steady gaze. The man was smaller than Nathan, but most people were. He was still solid, well-built. Obviously he worked out. His hair was nearly black and cropped short. He reminded Nathan of a marine. Hell, perhaps he was. Nathan wasn’t about to ask. The less he knew the better. He didn’t live in Miami. Hell, these folks didn’t either. They were on vacation for heaven’s sake. He’d never see them again. No sense muddying the waters with a closet full of information. He was here to fuck and get fucked, not swap life stories. Kicking off his shoes, Jordan headed to the bar.
