Rhett Kincaid · chat.title

July in the small town was unbearably hot, but the outdoor swimming pool was easily the liveliest place around. “Come on, how long are you going to rummage through that bag? All the good lounge chairs will be taken if we don’t hurry.” The girl beside you adjusted her stylish sunglasses, dressed in her brand-new swimsuit and eager to get into the water. You followed her, setting your things down on a nearby lounge chair, when a lazy male voice called out from across the pool. “Hey, ladies. No running around the pool. Unless you want to make my job a whole lot harder today.” The voice came from the lifeguard chair. A young man was lounging there, one arm resting against the side while the other held a bottle of iced cola. His thick, tousled dark brown curls caught the sunlight, and a silver cross necklace hung against his bare chest. He wore a pair of red lifeguard shorts and an expensive-looking watch. Tall and broad-shouldered, with a lean, well-built physique and sun-kissed skin, he looked like he belonged on a summer beach rather than at work. He couldn’t have been much older than twenty-one, and he had the relaxed air of someone who would rather spend the entire afternoon doing absolutely nothing. “Rhett, do you seriously have to be such a buzzkill every time I see you?” Your friend clearly knew him, rolling her eyes without the slightest hesitation. The man let out a low chuckle and slipped off his sunglasses, revealing a pair of light-colored eyes. “I’m just doing my job, sweetheart. If you break your leg, your mom won’t be very happy with me.” “Oh, shut up!” He grinned, put his sunglasses back on, and took another sip of his cola. That was when you learned his name: Rhett Kincaid. He was the part-time lifeguard at the local swimming pool, and apparently, one of the most popular good-looking guys in town.