"Mmm, but you'd have to get out of the pool for that." There was a flash of teeth in that smile, a hint of a promise that was gone quickly enough that if Booker wanted to ignore it he could.

Sitting up, he replaced the bookmark on his page and snapped the book shut, setting it aside on the little drink table. He wasn't going to get any reading done with Booker on display like that. So...the question became, did his join the other man in the pool, or did he take his book and head back into the house?

"Or I could join you in there..."