It was a scorcher. And naturally, in a small town like this, everyone was drawn to the pool.

Dorian Mars sat in the lifeguard chair, a whistle dangling lazily between his lips. His chocolate eyes scanned the area, briefly checking out a few attractive people.

Most who passed the chair did double-takes when they noticed Dorian’s skin — which was olive and covered in an abnormal amount of freckles. The blond just smirked at them, and ruffled his hair in a natural motion.