“What the heck!” Drew dropped his binoculars and grasped the sides of his kayak. As the boat rolled, he caught a glimpse of a white fiberglass hull—right before he splashed into the warm, salty water. The strap around his neck attached to his binoculars floated free, and he clutched them to his chest.
Too late, he reached for the glasses he’d left perched on his head. He bobbed up and slapped the water. Binoculars saved. But his new prescription, lens-darkening glasses? Swimming with the fishes. Now he’d need a freaking seeing-eye dog.
The water was too choppy, too deep, and too crowded with boats for him to dive down and search. He threw both arms across his boat, and a flurry of words erupted. “Can’t you drive! How could you not see an orange kayak? Are you—” A pixie face popped over the bow and he swallowed his tirade.
Her shrill voice cut through the noise of the rumbling engines. “Oh, my gosh! I’m so sorry. Are you okay?”
He squinted so he could appreciate the skimpy, flowered bikini top that showed lots of bronzed skin. Did he smell coconut? Must be her suntan lotion. Skinny straps that tied at the neck drooped down the front of her chest.
Guess she doesn’t like tan lines.
She bent closer and ratcheted her voice up a notch. “You’ve got to get out of the water. Now!” She pointed over his shoulder. “The guy on the sport fishing boat hooked a huge bull shark. It’s still on his line.”
He couldn’t see her eyes, but he heard fear in her voice. His gaze followed her tanned arm to where her fingers pointed to a large boat. Though temporarily distracted by her smooth, feminine skin and tropical scent, his brain kicked into gear and finally processed her words.
Message received. “Shark!”
