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The plaster rinsed free of his skin, revealing unexpected muscles and a deep tan on his olive skin.
Huh.
She hadn’t seen that coming.
Asa had never struck her as the muscular type. Glasses, thick black hair, usually in jeans and a band tee of some kind. Or a flannel. Sure, he had that hot rockstar persona but… Had she justforgottenhow hot he was?
The last thing she thought lurked under his clothes was a very defined six-pack, rock hard pecs, thick thighs, defined biceps, and round shoulders. She could now see the tattoos on his arms. He had two full sleeves that stopped at the curve of his shoulder. No tattoos anywhere else on his sun-darkened olive skin.
Dark hair sprinkled his chest and trailed down to the towel he still held around his junk. The towel thathadbeen wrapped around his waist but she’d managed to spray free.
“Turn around so I can get your back,” she said, hearing the amusement in her voice and wondering if he’d comply.
He did. After a glare in her general direction, he slowly turned to reveal a tight, round booty and back muscles that said he worked out. Or something. Also, his hamstrings were like rugby hamstrings.
She stopped spraying him for a moment.
“Do you play rugby?” she asked.
He frowned at her over his shoulder. “No. Are you done?”
She rolled her eyes and turned the water back on. His shoulders flinched with the cold water’s return.
“I have some clothes for you,” Nikki said, appearing next to Zara. “Oh,” she said, seeing Asa’s glorious butt. “That’s not—” She shook her head and glanced at Zara.
Zara shrugged, a smirk creeping along her lips.
Asa had a beautiful booty.
“I think you got it all,” Nikki said.
Zara reluctantly shut off the sprayer. Asa turned around as Nikki handed him a fresh towel.
Nikki set the pile of clothes on a nearby lawn chair and motioned for Zara to turn around.
Fine.Zara dropped the hose, crossed her arms and faced the house.
After a few minutes, Asa walked past them into the house. Fully dressed.
Nikki grimaced and raced after him.
“Asa, I’m so sorry.”
Zara trailed after them.
Asa stopped at the front door to put on his shoes.
He still had plaster in his beard.
Which was new.
She’d never seen him with that much facial hair. It probably looked good without all the extra stuff in it.
“It is what is, Nik,” he said. “I’ll make some calls and see if I can find a couch to crash on.” He straightened and ran his hand through his wet hair. It was longer than the last time she’d seen him six months ago. “Maybe I can sleep at the studio while I look for a place to live.”
“Asa,” Nikki whispered, worry and pleading in her voice.
He lifted his eyebrows. “I don’t get it. What was even the plan?” He waved a hand back towards the remnants of the wall. “And why are you even here?” he addressed Zara. “Aren’t you supposed to be getting ready for a huge album release?”
