Chapter 7
Monday evening
“That was completely ridiculous,” Jack’s teeth chattered louder than his voice managed. “How is that even possible?”
As beautiful as the afternoons could be, the water was still nowhere near warm enough for a human body. Even when August finally warmed it to tolerable, most of the time it was only the bravest of swimmers that bothered. Mason had tried to warn him, had insisted that Jack put his toes in to see what Mason meant when he’d said that the water would freeze Jack’s balls off. Jack had argued insistently that he had balls of steel and that he was, “a sweating lump of disgusting hell’s-heat-drenched goo,” then stripped off his t-shirt, tripped down the dock, and with a cocky grin dove into the lake.
The sound Jack had made when he broke back through the
