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There was a Greek god sitting on her beach

And as Catherine stood there, glued to the window of her grandfather’s beach house in the Hamptons, the visual was as arresting as anything ever painted by a master.

From her side angle, she could see him only in profile. A hard jaw that looked chiselled instead of real. He had forgone sunglasses, staring sightlessly into the churning grey waters of the Atlantic, with the sun burnishing him in gold highlights. His hair was short and dark, with a few pieces curling waywardly at the neck. Thick black lashes were clearly visible, even from a distance.

And that was only above the shoulders. His torso was like exquisite marble—powerful and broad, a sheltering bulkhead in any storm, its long axis divided by rippling abdominal muscles. A sprinkling of chest hair formed a narrow line down the sternum, leading to…to…Catherine smiled to herself.

There was art, and then there was man art.