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CHAPTER FOUR

Remi lifted her head, took the snorkel out of her mouth, and took in a deep breath. As much as she loved snorkeling, she didn’t love clenching the plastic in her mouth and breathing through a tube.

She’d been following a sea turtle, enchanted and awed by its smooth movements and how it didn’t even seem to notice her following. After tracking the turtle for what seemed like miles, but was probably only a hundred yards or so, she was thankful she’d gone outside her comfort zone and come to Hawaii by herself. This particular activity alone was worth it.

The man she’d been lusting over—and feeling embarrassed about, given how hard it was to keep her gaze off him while he’d put on his wetsuit and donned his scuba gear—had slid into the water as if he was born there. Between one blink and the next, he was gone, under the water and off on his own adventure.

She’d been left on the boat with the captain, and she definitely didn’t like the way he’d eyeballed her when she’d taken off her coverup before donning the cheap wetsuit provided by the boat rental company, along with the mask and flippers. She’d quickly followed Vincent’s example and slid into the water, determined to enjoy herself and see some turtles.

The world under the water was beautiful and everything she’d hoped it would be. The captain hadn’t lied, this area was teeming with wildlife. The fish were bright and varied, but it was the turtles that delighted her most.

Blinking water out of her eyes, Remi looked around for the boat. She was thirsty and tired and could really go for one of the tacos the captain had promised.

To her surprise, she saw nothing but water all around her.

Frowning, she spun in the other direction, only to see the outline of Diamond Head, what she thought was the extinct volcano on the coast of Oahu, in the distance—the very, very far distance.

“Oh, shit,” she mumbled disbelievingly.

She’d missed the boat! Or had it left without her?

Either way, she was screwed.

Remi wanted to laugh. This was completely typical of something that would happen to her. She was constantly late to things back home. Marley was always bitching about her showing up anywhere from minutes to an hour or more late to outings. It wasn’t that Remi wanted to be late, she just got caught up in her work and lost track of time. Kind of the way she’d done with that turtle.

Surprisingly, she wasn’t freaking out. She didn’t know why. Maybe because she was already thinking up how to use this ridiculous situation in one of her upcoming cartoons. Drawing was how she dealt with most things in her life. When she was sad, that always came out in her characters. If someone pissed her off, they’d show up in a cartoon doing something stupid or embarrassing. It was cathartic for her, and being left in the middle of the ocean during a snorkeling excursion was definitely something that needed to be immortalized in a cartoon.

A sound behind her had Remi shrieking in fright and spinning quickly. She imagined a huge blue whale lunging at her with its mouth open, ready to swallow her down. Or a Great White shark coming for her. Or even the turtle she’d been so distracted by, laughing at her predicament.

For a moment, Remi seriously thought she was having a heart attack and was about to come face-to-face with a sea monster from the deep. A black head appeared with huge bug eyes. It took a moment for her brain to understand what she was seeing. It wasn’t a sea creature, but a man. A very specific man, at that.

Relief swam through Remi’s veins. The first thought was, thank God she wasn’t alone. The second was…oh crap. She didn’t enjoy making small talk in the best of situations. In the middle of the ocean when they’d been left by the boat that brought them there? Even worse.

Then again, this situation wasn’t exactly one where small talk was important, so maybe it didn’t matter.

Vincent lifted his face mask and took the scuba regulator out of his mouth. His brow was furrowed and his lips drawn down in a frown. But even with that foreboding look on his face, the man was gorgeous.

He was utterly beautiful, in fact…and for a second, Remi was lost in a daydream where he’d take one look at her and fall madly in love and they’d run off and get married and have beautiful babies together. Then she snorted, and he looked at her in surprise, and all her dreams died.

Why would this man look twice at her? She had frizzy hair, carried too much weight to be considered attractive by society’s standards, was an extreme introvert, and she tended to say the most inappropriate things at the worst times. And…she snort-laughed.

“Where’s the boat?” Vincent asked gruffly, bringing her back to the present with a jolt.

“Gone,” she said with a small shrug.

“Shit.”

She couldn’t help it; Remi laughed again.

“I’m not sure this is funny,” Vincent told her, arching a brow in her direction.

“It’s not,” Remi told him. “But then again, it kind of is. I mean, think about it. What are the odds? It’s not like he could’ve accidentally counted wrong before he left. It was just the two of us. How hard is it to count to two?”

To her surprise, Vincent actually seemed to be considering the question. “I should’ve seen this coming,” he said after a moment.

Remi was intrigued. “Why? Can you see the future? Can you read minds?”

Vincent chuckled this time, and as inappropriate as it was, Remi felt her nipples harden. How in the world could she think about anything other than how they were going to get back to land?

“My ex wasn’t happy that I decided to go on this trip without her.”

Remi’s eyes widened. “You too?” she blurted.

He stared at her as if she was the only person on the planet. As if they weren’t treading water in the middle of the ocean and would probably die out there if the captain didn’t come back.

“Yeah,” Vincent said after a moment.

“Wow. That’s a crazy coincidence,” Remi said, shaking her head.

“When Bertie and I broke up, she wanted me to transfer the reservations into her name so she could come out here with one of her friends,” Vincent said.

“When I refused to take him with me, Douchecanoe wanted me to give him half of the money spent on this trip. Except, he didn’t pay for any of it,” Remi said wryly.

Vincent’s lips twitched. “When I told Bertie I was actually going to go to Hawaii without her, I swear I saw fire shoot out of the top of her head.”

“When I depicted Douchecanoe as a money-grubbing asshat in my latest cartoon, he threatened to sue me for defamation, even though I hadn’t used his name and there was no resemblance to him whatsoever.”

Vincent’s head tilted, and Remi swore he’d drifted closer to where she was treading water. “Cartoon?”

Remi was proud of her little comic strip. She worked hard to come up with funny and creative story lines each week and was paid well for her trouble. But it was still hard to believe her penchant for doodling had led to an actual career. That she was paid money for doing what she loved. “Yeah. I have a weekly comic strip that’s published online, on about a hundred and forty different websites. And I just signed a contract for someone to turn my drawings into live-action clips for TikTok. The first one went up a week or so ago and already has two million views.” She wasn’t bragging, not really. It was still a little unbelievable, but she was proud and thrilled that she could entertain so many people with her drawings.

“What’s it called?”

“Shouldn’t we be trying to figure out how to get back to land?” she asked.

“Probably,” Vincent said, staring at her expectedly.

His attention was heady. Most people looked past her, when they bothered to look in her direction at all. She wasn’t exactly tall, blonde, and stacked. Having this man’s complete attention was making her tingle in places she hadn’t tingled in a very long time.

“I’m sure you haven’t heard of it.”

“Humor me,” he ordered.

And there was no mistaking that his words were an order. For a split-second, Remi wondered what he’d do if she refused. She decided not to push him. “Pecky the Traveling Taco,” she told him, a touch defiantly.

She’d had every reaction under the sun when she told people the name of her comic strip. Laughter, disbelief, eye rolls, condescending remarks…you name it, she’d experienced it. So she was ready for just about anything from Vincent—except what she got.

“Are you kidding me? You’re fucking with me, aren’t you?” he asked with wide eyes.

“Nope. I know it’s silly, but tacos are one of my favorite foods, and I was eleven and eating out with my grandparents one day. They took me to this hole-in-the-wall taco place near their house, and I got lost in my head imagining my taco standing up and walking around the room and deciding he wanted to go on an adventure to meet people.”

Remi stopped talking and pressed her lips together. Shoot, she hadn’t meant to admit that part. Usually when she told others how she came up with the name and idea for her comic, she kept things vague. But for some reason, maybe it was the situation, she’d gone and told Vincent the real story.

“That’s one of my favorite comics! My friends and I talk about it all the time.”

Remi rolled her eyes. “Whatever,” she said, turning her head and looking in the direction of the mainland. She hated when anyone patronized her about her work. She didn’t meet a ton of people who’d even heard of Pecky, but there were enough that didn’t think too highly of what she did for a living. It might be just a comic strip, but she loved it.

“My favorite is the one where Pecky and his friend, Torty the tortilla, decide to go to an amusement park, and while they’re on a roller coaster, his lettuce flies out and sprays all the people in the cars behind them, and they have to get the park employees to find all his missing parts and everyone screams when they see him ‘naked’,” Vincent told her.

Remi turned back to him, her eyes wide this time. “You’ve really seen my stuff?” she asked in awe.

“Seen and loved,” Vincent reassured her.

Then he surprised her by holding out his hand above the water. “I know I introduced myself earlier, but in case you forgot, I’m Vincent. Vincent Hill. My friends call me Kevlar.”

She barely refrained from snort-laughing again. As if she’d forget his name. Nope, it was burned into her brain. But she was impressed with his manners. Even if they were ridiculous, because they were in the middle of the ocean after having been left by the man they’d hired to take care of them for the day.

Remi reached for his hand. She grabbed hold and echoed, “I’m Remi. Remi Stephenson. My friends call me Remi.”

Vincent smiled at her teasing reply, and the feel of his hand in hers made sparks shoot from her fingertips to her toes…and everywhere in between.

To her shock, he pulled on her hand until they were almost touching chest to chest. Her flipper-covered feet brushed against his. “Are you okay, Remi?” he asked seriously.

She frowned. “Yes. Why? Are you?”

“I’m good. But you aren’t freaking out.”

“Would it do any good?” she asked seriously.

“Well, no, but that doesn’t usually seem to matter in cases like this.”

“You find yourself marooned in the middle of the ocean a lot?” she quipped.

His lips twitched again. She actually wasn’t trying to be funny, but if he thought she was, she’d take it.

“Honestly? Not this exact situation, but ones like it, yes.”

Remi couldn’t help but be intrigued. “Really?”

Vincent sighed lightly. “I’m a Navy SEAL.”

“Of course you are,” she said with a roll of her eyes. She should’ve guessed that. She’d seen his body, he didn’t have an ounce of fat on him. And he’d arrived with his own diving gear. She could totally see him as some sort of badass special forces soldier. Sailor. Whatever.

She was very aware that he hadn’t let go of her hand, but she was in no hurry to let go of his either. The truth was, the longer they were out here, the more worried she was getting. She was a good swimmer, but there was no way she could swim all the way back to the island.

“I am,” Vincent insisted. “I’m on leave at the moment, as you could probably guess. This vaca had already been planned and scheduled, so my commander encouraged me to go. You know…to relax.”

She chuckled. “And here you are. Relaxing.”

He returned her grin. “Something like that. Anyway, I’ve participated in my fair share of jungle rescues, kidnapping extractions, not to mention covert operations all over the world. So trust me when I tell you that you aren’t reacting like most people who found themselves in your situation would.”

It was Remi’s turn to sigh. “I know…I’m weird.” She’d been described that way more than once in her lifetime.

“No. You’re perfect,” Vincent said gently.

Kevlar stared at the woman bobbing in the waves in front of him. He’d decided earlier, on the boat, that he was going to stay away from Remi. Tried to convince himself that he wasn’t interested. But the disappointment he’d felt after forcing himself to leave the vessel before she’d taken off her coverup had simmered within him the entire time he’d been scuba diving.

Was she as lush as he’d imagined? Did she have one of those adorable pooches on her stomach that always drove him crazy with lust when he’d been with women in the past? Was her bathing suit cut high on her thighs or more conservative? It had taken an extreme battle of wills for him to stop thinking about what she might look like and concentrate on the fish and turtles swimming around him.

When he’d surfaced and hadn’t seen any sign of the boat, his first thought was, “Oh, shit.” But he’d immediately suspected what might’ve happened. Bertie had threatened that if he went to Hawaii instead of letting her go, she’d make him sorry. Somehow, she must have arranged for him to get left out here in the middle of the ocean. Paid off the boat captain or something. He supposed she thought this was a perfect punishment for a SEAL, a man who was more comfortable than most in the water. It wasn’t fair that Remi had gotten dragged into her malicious plot as well.

He should be planning, figuring out how to get to shore, but instead he was completely focused on the woman in front of him. She didn’t respond how he’d expected. To anything. From their current situation, to him admitting that he was a SEAL. She intrigued him, just as he knew she would, which was why he’d stayed away. But his willpower was currently useless, given they were stranded together.

Now he wanted to know everything about her. Even in this dangerous situation, he couldn’t stop himself from touching her, from asking questions.

He’d already found himself attracted to her physically, but now that he knew she wasn’t one to get hysterical when things didn’t go her way, and that she was the talented artist and brains behind Pecky the Traveling Taco, the cartoon he and all his teammates loved, he was pretty much a goner.

“I’m not perfect,” she snorted in response to his earlier comment.

He was still holding her hand, and Kevlar was thrilled beyond belief that she hadn’t let go.

“Prove it,” he challenged.

“What?”

“Prove it,” he repeated. “Tell me something about you that isn’t perfect.”

“Ha. How long do you have?” she retorted.

Pretending to look around, Kevlar shrugged. “I’m thinking we have some time.”

“Shouldn’t we be doing something? I don’t know, like swimming toward shore maybe?” she asked.

“Can you swim the eight miles, give or take, to Oahu?” he asked.

“Can you?” she immediately returned.

“Yes,” he said without hesitation.

“Of course you can,” she mumbled.

“Come on, Remi, tell me something you think isn’t perfect about yourself. We’ll take turns sharing info.”

“Fine. My grandmother can fart on command. She takes great pride in farting at the most inappropriate times.”

Kevlar burst out laughing. “That’s not something about yourself, but okay, I’ll bite. Seriously?”

“Yup,” Remi said with a grin. “Your turn. Why is your nickname Kevlar?”

“It was early in my career, my first mission as a SEAL. We were pinned down, surrounded by tangos…er…bad guys. It wasn’t good. We were fucked, basically. I looked around and saw the same expression on all my teammates’ faces—resignation. No one was going to give up, that’s not in our DNA, but I got mad. Like, furious. That was my first mission, and I didn’t want to die before I’d even gotten a chance to experience everything it was to be a SEAL.”

“What’d you do?” Remi asked with wide eyes.

She was hanging on his every word, and it felt good. Really good. “Something stupid,” Kevlar said with a small huff of laughter. “There was a truck parked not far from where we were pinned down. Still running. I figured I had one chance to get to that truck, blow it up, cause a distraction so my team could get the hell out of there…so I took it. I yelled ‘cover me!’ and took off before my team leader could even question what I was doing. I felt the bullets whizzing by me, but I didn’t stop. I don’t even remember much about what happened after that, but apparently I got to the truck and managed to stuff a rag into the gas tank and blow that sucker to smithereens.”

“Holy crap!” Remi breathed.

“Yeah, well, before you go thinking I got all sorts of accolades for that, I actually got a reprimand.”

“What? Why?”

She seemed offended on his behalf, which again made warmth spread through Kevlar’s chest. “Because I was an idiot.”

“But you saved your team, right?”

“Yup. But if I’d waited sixty more seconds, the backup my team leader had radioed for help would’ve arrived.”

“Okay, but I don’t understand why you have the nickname Kevlar.”

“Because I didn’t get hit by any of the bullets that were flying around when I ran toward that truck. It was as if my body was made of Kevlar, like they bounced off me or something. The name stuck.”

“Wow. Okay, that’s impressive, I guess.”

Kevlar chuckled. “Trust me, I don’t take chances like that anymore, and I’d be pissed if any of the guys on my team did. They know I play things by the book, and they trust me because of it.”

“You sound close to them.”

“I am. They’re my brothers in every way that matters. I trust them with my life.”

“That’s awesome.”

“Yeah.”

“Am I allowed to ask where you’re stationed? Here in Hawaii? There are SEALs here, right?”

“Yes. But no, I’m based out of California right now.”

Remi blinked. “Really?”

“Yeah, why?”

“I live in California too.”

Kevlar’s heart beat just a little harder. “I’m in Riverton. Where are you?”

“San Diego,” she said softly, with a small smile. “Right next door.”

Kevlar closed his eyes for a beat. He was overwhelmed with…

Gratitude? Thanks? A sense of rightness? He’d convinced himself that he couldn’t have anything to do with this woman despite his immediate attraction, because he didn’t want a fling and a long-distance relationship wouldn’t work. And yet…she lived practically in his backyard.

Fate was a funny thing.

He opened his eyes. “Right next door,” he repeated, and squeezed the hand he was still holding.

“So…if you could have anything to eat right this moment, what would you choose?” Remi asked.

Kevlar was surprised at the abrupt change in subject and didn’t answer right away. He was still stuck on the fact that he might have a chance to get to know this woman better once they went home. And he had no doubt they would get home. They weren’t dying out here in the ocean, no matter who’d decided that was what they wanted to happen.

Remi’s cheeks pinkened. “Sorry. Ignore that. I’m awkward in the best of social situations, which this isn’t. We need to figure out what we’re going to do. Do you think that guy will come back for us?”

“Thin Mints,” Kevlar blurted. He should be reassuring Remi that they’d get back to shore, but holding this woman’s hand, treading water, and getting to know her was more important at the moment.

“Really? Aren’t they seasonal?” Remi asked.

“For most people, yes. But back home, when I’m there, I volunteer with a Girl Scout Troop. I teach them things like tying knots, boating, safe water practices, and I take them camping…in return, I get paid in cookies.” He grinned at the surprised look on Remi’s face.

“I bet you’re great with them,” she said in a sincere voice.

“They’re awesome,” Kevlar said with a shrug. “They have an unending well of curiosity, and it’s fun to see them get excited about the things I’m able to teach them.”

“I’ve never been camping,” Remi commented.

“I’m sorry,” Kevlar said.

She shrugged. “My parents are rich. That’s not usually something I tell men I’ve just met, but I’m thinking this situation isn’t exactly normal. We didn’t spend time camping or getting dirty when I was growing up…much to my grandmother’s dismay. She always told my parents that I should be running around like a heathen, getting into trouble and playing in the dirt. But they disagreed.”

“Your grandmother was right.”

“Well, she also likes to shoplift packs of gum from her local market, so I’m thinking my parents might have had a reason to dismiss her life lessons.”

Kevlar burst out laughing. “I want to meet this grandma of yours,” he said.

“She’d love you,” Remi told him with a smile. “And before you think too badly of her, the manager knows she does it, but he doesn’t say anything because she also tips really well every time she’s there. I personally think it’s weird that almost every place these days has tip jars, but whatever. Your turn. Tell me something else about yourself.”

Kevlar racked his brain to think of something interesting he could tell her. “I’m allergic to seafood,” he said with a shrug. It wasn’t a terribly exciting fact, but it was all he could think of at the moment.

Remi stared at him for a minute, then grinned.

“What?”

“It’s just…here you are, surrounded by water, the only thing to eat for miles is seafood…and you can’t eat it.”

“We aren’t going to have to eat fish, or any other creature swimming around us.”

Remi frowned. “You don’t know that. And I’m not exactly ready to give up and die.”

“We definitely aren’t dying,” Kevlar reassured her.

She tilted her head and stared at him for a beat. “What aren’t you telling me? What do you know?”

Kevlar shrugged. “You’ll probably think it’s creepy,” he said.

“If it’s something that will get us out of this water, put a taco in one hand, one of those awesome lava flow drinks in the other, and end with me in a dry bed, I’m not going to think it’s creepy.”

The only thing Kevlar could think about was her lying on a bed…preferably with him. But now wasn’t the time or place for that kind of thought. “Right, so…you know I’m a SEAL. I have friends with connections. One in particular is a former SEAL who’s taken it upon himself to keep others safe. He’s a one-man stalker…and I mean that in a good way. He’s made these tracker things. My team wears them when we’re on missions. It’s comforting to know if we’re ever taken prisoner, this guy will know where we are and will send in the cavalry to get us out.

“Anyway, this wetsuit I’m wearing…well, it’s the one I wear on missions. I forgot that I still had one of those trackers in the pocket. I activated it the second I realized we’d been left out here.”

“Wait, wait, wait—are you telling me that there’s a guy somewhere out there,” she gestured toward Oahu with the hand that wasn’t in Kevlar’s, “who’ll see that you’re floating out in the ocean and will notify someone to come get you?”

“That’s what I’m hoping,” Kevlar told her.

“How will he know it’s you? That you’re not out here on a boat or something? Who will he contact? Will he come himself?”

Kevlar chuckled at the rapid-fire spate of questions. “Each tracker has its own code, the one I have is associated with a number that’s uniquely mine. He might think I’m on a boat, that maybe I activated it accidentally or just in case. But he’ll ask questions to make sure. That’s what he does. He’s got contacts on Oahu that he can reach out to, and no, he won’t come himself.”

“Someone’s really going to come get us?” Remi asked quietly.

“Yes,” Kevlar said with conviction.

Remi closed her eyes, and for the first time, Kevlar could see how stressed she was. Her jokes and the back-and-forth info-gathering was a way for her to cope. He frowned, making a mental note to look beyond her calm personality in the future. To make sure he helped her deal with stress if he thought she was hiding it from him.

He wasn’t even freaked out about the “in the future” thing. Now that he knew she lived only a few short miles away from him, he wanted to get to know her. Wanted more time with her.

“We just have to stay relaxed. They’ll come for us,” he said.

Remi’s eyes opened and she met his gaze. Her hazel eyes swam with tears as she nodded, but she refused to let them fall. She’d hidden her trepidation a little too well for Kevlar’s liking.

He pulled on her hand without thought, and wrapped his free arm around her, holding her snug against his chest.

It didn’t take much to keep them afloat; he’d always been extremely buoyant and the saltwater helped even more. Remi buried her face against his neck and held on tightly. He had the sudden urge to feel her against him without their wetsuits between them. To feel her curves against his body as they lay together in bed after making love.

“I’m sorry,” she mumbled against his shoulder.

“About what?” he asked.

“For putting you in this situation.”

Her words surprised Kevlar. He pulled back slightly, trying to see her eyes, but Remi refused to look at him.

“What are you talking about?” he asked.

He felt more than heard her sigh as they bobbed in the gentle waves. “Douchecanoe did this. I know he did.”

“Did what?” Kevlar asked.

“Arranged for me to get left out here in the middle of the ocean. He called more than once before my trip. Swore I’d regret not giving him half of the trip’s costs, even though he didn’t pay for a single thing. We’d pre-planned this excursion, and I just know that he somehow convinced the captain to leave me. He even said something about hoping I got left in the ocean—just like we are now. You just got caught in his evil plan.”

“Bertie threatened me too,” Kevlar told her. “She arranged this dive for us under duress. She didn’t understand why I’d want to go scuba diving on vacation, saying I spent so much time in the water as it was, why would I want to spend my free time doing the same thing I do when I’m working. But this is nothing like work. I can take my time and look at the wildlife and plants and stuff. When I’m on a mission, that’s the last thing I’m thinking about. It could’ve just as easily been her who set this up, and you were caught in her evil plan.”

Remi looked up at him then. “Why are people so…horrible?” she whispered.

“I don’t know.”

“Well, Bertie might hate you—which is ridiculous; how could someone hate anyone with a butt as nice as yours?— but my ex probably thinks he’ll get millions of dollars if I end up dead.”

Her compliment felt ridiculously good, but it was the last part that had him blinking in disbelief. “What?”

“My parents are Claire Crown-Stephenson and Fernando Stephenson. They started their own company when they were in their twenties. They were already wealthy when they were bought out a few years ago by a huge manufacturer in a five hundred-million-dollar deal. And that was a low bid.”

Remi was staring at him as if waiting for him to grow two heads and turn into some sort of sea monster. “Good for them,” he said after a beat.

Her lips twitched. “You have no idea who they are, do you?”

“No.”

“Crown Condoms,” she said matter-of-factly.

Realization dawned. “Wow,” he said.

“Yeah.”

“So…you’re a condom princess. Cool.”

She snort-laughed again, and Kevlar couldn’t help but think it was the most adorable sound he’d ever heard.

“That’s all you’re gonna say? Vincent, I’m the heir to a condom dynasty. I’m worth millions. I mean, millions. Plural times a gazillion.”

“And Douchecanoe thinks he’s gonna get that money why?” Kevlar asked, liking the sound of his real name on her lips.

Remi shrugged. “There was a time when I thought we’d get married, and we briefly talked about listing him as my beneficiary on my investments. I think he was conceited and stupid enough to think I’d already done it, even though we weren’t married or even engaged. For the record, of course I didn’t.”

“Right. Well, when we get rescued, we’ll figure out who’s responsible. Right about now, it doesn’t matter if it was your ex or mine who orchestrated this little adventure. All that matters is keeping calm until the Hawaii Navy SEALs arrive.”

“You’re not what I expected when I first saw you,” Remi admitted.

Kevlar grinned. “I like keeping you on your toes.”

“Or flippers,” Remi said.

“That too.”

“This is so going in a comic,” she informed him.

Kevlar squealed dramatically. “My teammates are gonna be so jealous that I’m in a Pecky the Traveling Taco cartoon. I’m going to rub it in their faces all the damn time.”

His heart swelled in his chest when Remi laughed, then lowered her head back to his shoulder and clung to him a little tighter. He held her against his body and couldn’t help but sigh in contentment. This situation could’ve been a hundred times worse than it was. The weather could’ve been crap, Remi could’ve been a complete bitch and a pain in his ass, he could’ve decided to rent a wetsuit instead of using his own.

Someone would be coming for them. Tex would come through, he had no doubts whatsoever.

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