I'm lying on my back, the water lapping around my ears and the sun warming my body, when a shadow falls over me. I blink my eyes open and right myself, frowning as I look back over one shoulder toward the living room.

No more heads of the lawyers poking above the sleek minimalist furniture.

I turn back to the view, the carefully designed illusion that the pool edge hangs off the Hollywood Hills and looks down on the valley of West Hollywood. But it's not the view that has me hypnotized. It's the man standing at the top of the carved steps at one end of the pool.

He's...