Damon
Instead of accepting his help, Renee sputtered and tossed her head back and abruptly stood. Her wet hair slapped against her back as the towel loosened around her.
She shoved him with one hand and clasped the towel to her with the other. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Looked like you were struggling." He honestly believed she might have slipped and drowned.
This morning, when Renee wasn't around anywhere, his breath froze. Then Travis told him Carla was missing too. Before he sent out a search party and called a helicopter to sweep the area, he thought to check the river.
She took a step back and glanced around. "Where's Carla?"
"She's not as reluctant as you to go naked." He pointed into the deep part of the river. "See?"
Nude, Carla sauntered out of the river. Even his incubus' yearnings didn't sizzle like they did with merely the thought of Renee.