Mike Dasher stands by the pool, towel clutched tight as he leans against the edge, chest hair dark against the sunlit water, muscles flexing when he lowers himself onto his haunches. His hand rests on his head, fingers tangled in the damp strands as he shifts his weight, then straightens with a towel draped low over his hips. The poolside furniture waits behind him, shadows stretching long where the plants sway in the light.
