Leah got up, slipped on a bathrobe, and came out to find him. Asher Keating was shirtless, a towel tied loosely around his waist. His back muscles were tight, his shoulders broad above a narrow waist, and he stood there with a tall, straight posture.
One hand rested on the railing while the other held a cigarette between long, slender fingers. The lazy morning sun spilled over him, making him look like a picture.
Leah couldn't help but marvel inwardly. 'His body is incredible.' She tiptoed over, planning to startle him. Asher Keating had heard the door open but hadn't turned around immediately. Hearing her soft footsteps approach, he turned with a smile just as Leah crashed right into his chest.
"Oof!"
Leah's nose stung. She clutched it as her eyes began to water. 'Did his chest have to be this hard?'
Amused, Asher Keating pulled her hand away and gently tweaked her nose. "Hurt yourself?"
