"Grandma," I say sweetly, making sure the familial term is perfectly pitched. "I am so sorry you had to see that."
Amelia simply tilts her head, her smile widening. "See what, dear? Just a couple enjoying a day at the pool."
Vega, having rapidly wiped the bulk of the water from his face and hair, steps close behind me. His arms wrap around my waist, pulling me back against his waterlogged shirt.
"Yes," he agrees smoothly, resting his chin lightly on my shoulder. "Just a pair of newlyweds in marital bliss."
My body stiffens instinctively at his touch, but I smile even wider for the sake of the performance, a practiced, lethal grin. I place my hand flat against his chest, intending to give him a taste of his own medicine by playing the part with theatrical enthusiasm.
Instead, the moment my palm meets the thin, wet fabric, I feel the undeniable heat and the toned muscles underneath, and I am genuinely, disturbingly intrigued.
