I wanted to turn around and glare at Scarlett, I really did, but I simply couldn't. Now that I'd had the chance to get over the shock of the tattoo, I was taking in the rest of Dave. He wasn't as tall as Max, James or John, but I couldn't have cared less. He was well-built, and his powerful back muscles rippled as he waded through the water. Down to the narrow waist and...I needed to look away. Now.Scarlett smirked at me. "Reassessing your list?""Shut up.

He did as I asked and then starting walking toward the door. "Yell when you're ready.""Can you please grab my phone too? It's in the kitchen."He nodded and left me. Interesting. I wasn't used to being waited on hand and foot. Hmm, perhaps every woman could do with a male helper. With benefits, or course.

He blinked and then smiled at my attempt as a joke. My stomach twisted. Good grief. It was the first time he had smiled properly. I was lucky I was sitting down. The experience transformed his face and revealed a row of perfect white teeth. Those golden brown eyes glowed and a series of laughter lines creased his face. They were the sort of lines that did funny things to a woman's stomach, not to mention other places.

He turned to face me. "Not all of us can be talkers like you. Besides, I'm better with my hands."I dropped my eyes. Damn my overactive imagination.