married for show
And then, my breath caught in my throat.
A ripple broke the glass-like surface of the water. Ruby.
She was swimming a slow, elegant breaststroke under the moonlight. When she reached the edge of the pool, she smoothed her long, wet ginger hair back over her shoulders, the vibrant strands glistening like dark copper in the silver light. She was wearing a simple, high-cut black bikini that left very little to the imagination. The contrast of the dark fabric against her pale, flawless skin was utterly arresting. Every curve of her body—from the soft slope of her waist to the elegant line of her collarbones—was completely exposed to the night air.