She wasn't part of the gallery. She was walking out of the ocean, a beat-up surfboard under one arm, wringing salt water from her messy ponytail. She wore a simple, faded black bikini. No makeup. A constellation of freckles across her shoulders. She wasn't posing. She was just... existing.
She raised an eyebrow. "I don't pose."
Then he saw her.
But Maya found out. Not from Leo—from a tabloid blog that had screen-grabbed her face with the headline: Sexy and Beautiful Indian Girls Hot Bikini Gallery