Page 63 of Easton

My, he is fine.

He’s even better-looking in person.

Easton is going to be so mad.

That is, he will be if he cares.

I welcome the pool guy in and, checking out his name tag, I say, “You can follow me out back, Brant. I’ll show you where the pool is. I was on my way out there anyway.”

It takes a beat for him to react, as he’s too busy checking me out.

Perfect.

This is going just as planned.

“Oh, okay,” he says at last. “Thank you.”

I can’t help but smile as he follows me through the house. I know he is totally staring at my ass.

Once we’re out back, I gesture to the infinity pool and let him know I’ll be hanging on a chaise lounge nearby catching some rays.

“If you need anything, like a bottle of water or a Coke or something, just let me know,” I say cheerily as I plop down on a padded lounger and lower my sunglasses to my face. “Oh, and by the way, my name is Claire.”

Might as well be on a first-name basis here, right?

Swallowing hard as he tries not to stare at my chest, he says, “Okay, sounds good. I’ll let you know if I get thirsty, Claire.”

Damn, you look like you already are.

Of course, I don’t say that. I just go with a slightly suggestive “You do that.”

Brant walks away to work on the pool, and I lean back, smiling.

I can’t wait for Easton to get home and find me out here.

This is so on.

Practice ends, and I shower and dress in dark cargo shorts, a beige tee, and flip-flops so quickly it’s not even funny. I then bust my ass to get home.

Hey, I noticed how good-looking that fucking pool repair guy is. I don’t want him alone with Claire for too long.

Hopefully, she’ll just let him in, take him out to the pool, and then head back inside.

That’s what I’d do.

But once I’m home, I can’t find Claire anywhere inside the house.

Fuck.

Blowing out one long, deep breath, I head to the back and step outside.

That’s when I freeze.

The repair guy is standing over by the pool, and there’s Claire, right next to him. She’s signing something on a clipboard, before she hands it back to the guy.

What really gets me, though, is throughout this whole exchange, the two of them are laughing and chatting it up like they’re old friends.

But the absolute worst part is what Claire has on—practically nothing!

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