The guide, apparently having enough of such antics, restarted the boat’s noisy engine and in moments they were hanging onto the gunwales as he skimmed them back toward the resort.
Richie did take a moment to slip the medallion’s cord over his head. The flash of gold, about the size of a half dollar, bounced and spun against his beautiful chest.
She had to look away before she jumped him right there in the boat, guide or no guide.
Melissa had never been to the tropics before, never seen marine wildlife like that. She’d felt like she was swimming inside an aquarium the whole time, that sort of magical place where anything was possible.
And as the dive boat ran them back toward the resort, she supposed that anything was. She’d gone swimming with the handsomest man she’d ever met. He also
