The living room was dark when Jeff returned with the big jar of Vaseline. He stopped in the doorway and let his eyes linger a long time on the naked form lying in the red glow of the dying fire. The dark hair foamed in a light-struck halo, only inches away from the fieldstone hearth, while the lean, taut-muscled torso stretched out in the room, as though offering itself to the voyeur in the doorway. The gold-flecked green eyes were closed, long lashed fanned over high cheekbones. The full wine-colored mouth was relaxed in an expression of dreamy contemplation....