Hailey spoke slowly, each word deliberate. “You saw me naked earlier, Declan.”

Declan looked at her. “I didn’t.”

“Still denying it? Didn’t you see me just now?”

Declan had no reply. Of course, he had seen her. He wasn’t blind.

Hailey’s delicate face flushed crimson. The memory of the earlier scene filled her with embarrassment and anger. She’d thought it was Celine who had entered, but it had been him.

“What did you see? And what did you hear?” Hailey asked.

Declan remained silent. Hailey hated his silence. “Are you mute now?”

Declan replied, “You said you wanted a D cup—”

Hailey gasped, quickly covering his mouth. “Don’t say it!”

Her small hand moved to cover his, instantly closing the distance between them.

As Declan looked into her captivating eyes, he saw the warmth he’d first noticed; sunlight trapped within their depths. It had been raining the day he’d unintentionally saved her. She’d had a birthmark on her face then, but her eyes had been just as beautiful.

Declan gently pulled her hand away. “I didn’t want to say anything. You made me.”

Hailey huffed. “Just shut up!”

“I’ll leave then,” Declan said.

He moved toward the door, but Hailey blocked him, preventing his escape. “Declan, you saw me naked. What are you going to do about it?”

Declan stared at the stubborn young woman. “What do you want me to do?”

Hailey considered for a moment. “Since you’ve seen me naked, I should see you naked too. That would make it fair.”

Declan stared, speechless.

Hailey’s competitive spirit flared. He was always aloof and cool, never paying her any attention. Why should she be the only one embarrassed after her body had been seen? She wanted to see him, too.

She grabbed the hem of his white tank top and pulled it upward, but Declan shot out a hand and pressed down on the edge of his shirt.

“Hailey Young!”

Hailey’s eyes lit up, a sweet smile spreading across her face. So he did know her name. “Declan, so you do know my name. I thought you didn’t. Well, now I’m going to see your body.”

She forced his shirt higher. Soon, his sun-kissed skin was revealed. Unlike her soft, fair complexion, his was a healthy, tanned tone. He had defined abs around his waist. Hailey slowly lifted her gaze, counting—one, two, three, four, five, six—six-pack abs. He actually had six-pack abs. His narrow, toned waist was cinched by black trousers; the perfect V-shape of his body tapered into the pants, leaving little to the imagination.

She continued to pull up his shirt, revealing the scars that mapped his body—old and new, deep and shallow. How could someone have so many scars? Hailey reached out, gently tracing them.