A tall figure lounged against a huge oak tree beside the trail.
Pouring himself a cup of coffee, he lounged against the counter dejectedly.
He lounged against the doorway; arms folded across his chest, and contemplated the family room.
Like the way his broad shoulders swayed so gracefully with each step as he strode to the corral - or the way he lounged in a doorway, coffee in one hand, one long leg thrown carelessly over the other.
Wynn lounged in his seat at the garden table, an empty wine glass before him.
