“Kyle being the cat in the life jacket,” I interrupted.
She nodded without a hint of irony. “He jumped in after me. He’s wearing his life jacket, but you know things can still happen.”
I did know that.
How did she know that?
“I was diving under to grab the camera when you came barreling down here.”
“I thought you were fucking drowning with the way you were screaming.” I ran my hand through my wet hair and took a deep breath. “So you’re staying in one of these cabins, I take it?”
She nodded. “Yeah, me and Kyle in Cabin Two.”
Great.
I was in Cabin One.
This was 100%notgoing to be the vacation I wanted it to be.
“Is the camera going to survive at least?”
Skye swam closer to the dock, and pulled herself out of the water, before examining the camera with her lips pursed.
I was only half paying attention because Skye—my best friend’s sister, who I wasnotcrushing on—was wearing a barely-there red bikini and sitting close enough her hips touched mine.
“Are you still watching Kyle?” she asked as she drained water out of the battery compartment.
I glanced back towards the lake where Kyle hadn’t moved.
“Yeah, he’s fine.”
When the cat doggy-paddled closer to the dock I grabbed hold of the back of his life jacket and brought him to sit beside us.
The cat was either sedated or the most chill creature ever. He just sat there in the stupid orange life jacket while Skye in her sexy little bikini fiddled with her camera.
“So, what are you doing up here, anyway?” she asked as she pressed a couple of buttons.
I sighed deeply. “I’m supposed to be on vacation.”
“What do you mean bysupposed to be?” she asked, looking at me, squinting in the sun. She had a smattering of freckles across her cheeks and the touch of a sunburn on the bridge of her nose.
“Supposed to be, because as soon as I got here I had to jump in the water and save your ass.”
“Save my ass?” she laughed.
Skye wasn’t the type to laugh politely or to let out a little chuckle. If she laughed, it was with her entire body, and I tried very hard not to look at her chest as she did it.
“Why are you laughing?”
“You didn’t have to save me, Aaron. You overreacted. Classic search and rescue guy response. Cliff would have done the same thing. You run into every situation assuming no one can handle it, except you. You always have, even when we were kids.”
“I didn’t know you when I was a kid.”
“Your mom told Cliff about it.”
I scowled at her. “I got out of my truck and the first thing I heard was screaming. What was I supposed to think except that someone was in trouble?”
She laughed again, that full body laugh. “You’re at a place where people go to have fun. Did you stop to think that maybe they were shrieks of laughter?”