I looked at it. “I guess. And what’s with that schedule today? Now they want us to rock climb? That doesn’t sound very relaxing,” I snapped.

Jill squinted up at me. “You seem angry.”

I grimaced and turned away. “Sorry I’m not feeling ra-ra today. Maybe if they had coffee—”

Her brows jumped. “Well, you’re in luck, the tiki bar over by the pool is open now. They’re serving organic coffees, Bloody Mary’s, you name it, he’s got it. But you better get there quick, this hunk is workin’ up quite a crowd.”

I stared at her as a sinking feeling settled into my stomach. “Thanks,” I muttered, rushing past her to make my way to the main pool deck.

I froze and stepped back to hide behind a large column and lifted my shades slightly. My heart dropped to my knees when I found August standing behind the small shed-like bar at the far end of the deck. About five or six women sitting or leaning against it, hanging on his every word as he mixed drinks and charmed them with jokes that were inaudible from where I stood.

“What the hell?” I whispered, watching him in a sleeveless white t-shirt, his muscles flexing as he wiped the counter. A few women walked away giggling carrying their coffee beverages or cocktails.

Two women were left seated, watching him as he topped off their drinks with a garnish.

“Are you just going to stand there, or you gonna order somethin’?” he called with a mere glance in my direction.

I slipped my sunglasses back on and walked over, taking a deep breath.

“What do you think you’re doing?” My voice was low, but the edge couldn’t be missed.

“Give me that.” He swiped the green drink from my hands and emptied it into the trash. Then took a small fresh glass and poured a cold pre-mixed coffee beverage, pushing it toward me without another word.

I didn’t touch it.

“Harper,” Carol, who was bleached blond and pushing fifty, moved over to me and put an arm around my bare shoulder. “Can you believe this guy just got in from Brooklyn too, small world huh?”

I ignored her and she pushed the drink he poured further toward me. “Geez you’re stiff girl. Here, take a shot of this, I just had one, it’s phenomenal, I’ll see you in yoga later. Love the shades by the way.” She waved and her friend followed her back to the lounge chairs.

We were alone now, and he crept over to me, resting his elbows on the counter, leaning over. “Good morning,” he said with a sly grin.

It didn’t suit him one bit. Speaking of which…

“Shouldn’t you be in a suit behind a desk somewhere?”

He straightened. “Too hot for a suit.”

“August, I’m serious. Go back to work.”

He looked genuinely confused. “I am at work.”