Page 40 of Pleasure Island
A few more lingered in the water, but Mila wasn’t one of them.
I scanned the water, searching for where I’d seen her – there. There she was.
I blew out a breath and told myself that maybe going into the water with her wasn’t such a bad idea.
At least I’d be able to keep up with her.
Shaking my head, I got to my feet and moved closer to the water’s edge.
She was pretty far out. I was just about to call out to her when she went under the water.
I held still at first.
She was playing with me. Again.
But she didn’t emerge.
Finally, after another ten seconds, she did, and she slapped at the water. There was something intrinsically panicked about her motions, and my instincts went on red alert.
Kicking off the flip flops I’d worn down to the beach, I ran through the shallows before diving into the water, my arms cutting through the waves as I swam to her.
