The pool deck

Down below, the hot tub is a sanctuary of suppressed heat. Chloe and Jessica are currently "safe" in the bubbles, their hands moving underwater where they think Alexis can't see. Chloe’s fingers trail over Jessica’s thigh, and Jessica responds by leaning in, her lips brushing Chloe’s ear as they share a whispered secret about how "restless" they still feel.

The sliding glass door creaks open.

Kenzie steps out onto the deck. She isn't the quiet, hunched-over artist right now. She walks with a slow, deliberate grace, her long legs catching the afternoon sun. She doesn't go to the hot tub; she heads for the diving board of the main pool, directly in Mike’s line of sight.

Alexis lifts her sunglasses just a fraction, her eyes tracing the curve of Kenzie’s hip. A slow, approving smirk spreads across her face. “Well, well,” Alexis murmurs, loud enough for the girls in the hot tub to hear. “Looks like the artist decided to become the model today. Good choice, Kenzie. The light is perfect for you.”

Chloe and Jessica turn, their eyes widening as they see the "quiet" sister.

Kenzie ignores them. She reaches the end of the diving board and pauses, stretching her arms high above her head. She arches her back, a long, lithe curve that emphasizes the swell of her breasts and the flat plane of her stomach. She knows exactly where Mike is. She holds the pose for a count of five, giving the "Hunter" next door every pixel of what he’s looking for.

Then, she dives—a clean, silent entry into the blue water.