The second pair of eyes belonged to Brian McDermott, the lifeguard for the pool. Each pool had its own lifeguard crew - four young people trained in CPR and other first aid skills. Supervising all these individuals was the lifeguard Captain - an older individual who not only knew all the life-guarding skills but was also skilled in getting young people to do their job, and make schedules for them all. This was Brian McDermott's job.
He'd already run into a problem with one of his lifeguards for this particular pool - a young man who'd been partying the night before the ship left, and who was now nursing a hangover and unfit for duty.
McDermott had stepped into the breach.
McDermott was about 5 ft 8, forty-ish, with a trim stomach, covered now by the white sleeveless lifeguard t-shirt he wore, and blue swimming trunks. He sat in a high chair which gave him a complete view of the pool and the surrounding area.
If he'd been at a pool with children he would not have taken his eyes off it - but the pool, while crowded, was crowded full of adults, each of whom was doing nothing more strenuous than playing catch with beach balls, except for one poor sap who was apparently trying to swim laps and weaving in and out of the other bodies.
Then he'd seen the woman walking slowly along the deck...exactly the kind of woman who caught his eye...walking with such confidence, but with no excessive swaying of the hips in an effort to attract any and all men's attention.
He hoped she'd come back to the pool...this time in a swimsuit.
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