Стейси Кестуик - Wet

He pulled his hand away. “Yeah. I found it in my bed after you left. I wanted to remember to give it back to you.”

I looked at him expectantly.

“What?” He shrugged. “It looks like you’ve got another one.” He turned and walked to the boat, leaving me watching after him in confusion. Did he not plan on giving it back then?

Minutes later, I was airborne.

He was right. It felt exactly like floating. Like I was a balloon and he was a little kid running as fast as he could, watching the balloon shadow his every move. I spotted my cottage and the Wreck. Hell, I could even see the next two islands from this height. It was beautiful. Freeing. A seagull flew by, and for a second, we soared side by side.

From here, the water looked benign. From here, it was hard to remember there were creatures with sharp teeth and poisonous barbs and strong jaws just waiting for their next victim. From here, West looked like a little toy Lego man in a bathtub, scooting over the surface.

Idly, I watched the boat make a wide U-turn.

The sail puffed and snapped once, hard, as we changed directions. The sail lost speed. I wasn’t falling, but I was moving closer to the water at an alarming rate. My heart climbed into my throat, and my pulse doubled. Biting my lip in trepidation, I bent my legs and tucked my knees toward my chest, trying to escape the upward rush of the water.

The ocean no longer looked innocent. Angry, frothing waves reached up to snatch my feet and pull me in. A fish jumped to my left, and I shrieked. Why the fuck was it jumping? Was it trying to escape from a shark? I drifted closer and closer, and I closed my eyes, unwilling to watch any longer. The breakers roared as they rushed toward the shore, calling for my sacrifice. A fine spray misted my legs. I whimpered.

When my feet dipped in, I snapped my eyes back open.

This was it. I was going down. I clawed at the straps above me, trying desperately to climb higher, to get away. The water swallowed my legs to just above my knees, and I felt my eyes burn with unshed tears. I opened my mouth to scream, but nothing came out. It was like one of those nightmares where you know you’re not going to make it, and everything starts happening in slow motion.

I felt a tug from my hips, where the umbilical connected me to the boat. I wasn’t sinking any farther. Another pull brought me a foot higher, until the water was only at my ankles. Something brushed the underside of my foot, and my whole body shuddered. And then I was soaring again, flying high like a human kite.

This time, I couldn’t appreciate the view. Tears flowed from my eyes, and I just wanted this stupid ride to end. I sucked in huge lungfuls of air, trying to hold in the ugly sobs that threatened to erupt. The wind whipped tendrils of my hair against my face, small stinging lashes that seemed to mock me. Some strands clung stubbornly to the tears trailing down my cheeks.

As I came to a stop back on the beach, I grabbed at the harness around my middle, scrambling for the release. I sank to my knees, unable to figure out the clasp. Josie hurried to my side to assist me and looked at my face with concern.

“Hey,” she whispered. “What’s wrong? Did something pinch you or something?”

“Just get me out of here,” I managed, gasping for control.

She worked me free of the straps, and I ran for the hut, tripping once on the soft sand. All I could think about was escape. I vaguely registered West’s voice calling my name from a distance. I snatched my shoes and hurried down the side path, taking a short cut back to the parking lot. No way I was waiting around and letting him see me like this.

I dragged the heel of my hand over my cheeks as I walked, feeling the grit from the sand sticking to the sea spray and my tears. I drew in a deep, shaky breath. It was over. I was fine. I dug my car keys out of my pocket.

Fuck, I needed alcohol.

I slunk into the Wreck, hoping Wyatt wouldn’t be there. I didn’t want to see any reminders of West, nothing to remind me of my mid-air freak out. I just wanted a shot to settle my nerves. A petite, sandy-haired girl with freckles was refilling the red coolers by the front door with peanuts from a large bag. I looked around for a bartender, but the girl seemed to be the only other one here.

She wiped her hands on her jeans then walked behind the bar. “Hi. Can I help you?”

“A shot. Something strong.”

Her gaze was curious, but she didn’t say anything as she plucked a bottle from the top shelf and poured.

She slid the glass across the bar and waited while I tossed it back. I winced from the burn as I swallowed. The warmth pooled in my stomach, and I shook my head, working my mouth against the taste.

After snagging a bag of kiwis, the girl grabbed a cutting board and started chopping, dropping the pieces into another big red Coleman cooler. Fruit was spread out on the counter, and I guessed she was prepping the grog. She worked in silence for a few minutes, glancing up at me every so often like she wanted to ask me a question but was trying to hold back. What was her problem?

Then I remembered it was three-thirty on a Tuesday afternoon, and I was alone in a bar drinking. And that I was the one with a problem.

“I’m not normally like this,” I felt the need to explain. “I just had a bad afternoon. There was this gu—”

“There’s always a guy,” she interrupted, rolling her eyes. “And it’s always his fault.”

I grinned. I liked her. “Well, of course it’s his fault.”

She finished with the kiwis and scooted a box of peaches closer. “Want to talk about it?”

I chewed my lip. I wanted to do anything but talk about it. I reached for my purse to pay and stopped short. My purse. It was still at the resort. Behind the parasailing hut. I swore under my breath.

“Ahhh…”

“Hailey.”

“Right, Hailey. I seem to be having an extra bad day. That guy I mentioned earlier? I had to get away, and I left so quick I forgot my bag. And my wallet. Could I maybe help you chop fruit or something for awhile in exchange for that shot?” I shot her a beseeching look, hoping for some female solidarity.

She lifted an eyebrow. “You don’t want to go get your purse? Do you have your phone?”

I was silent for a moment, embarrassment over my getaway creeping over me. “No. I guess I don’t have that either. But I’m not going back there right now. I sort of had a breakdown over something stupid and humiliated the crap out of myself in front of this guy. I-I’ll get it later.”

“Where?” she asked curiously.

“The Edge,” I said, looking at the dollar bill above my head. “It’ll be fine. I work there. Josie’ll probably stick it in my locker for me.” You be my Dairy Queen, and I’ll be your Burger King: You treat me right, and I’ll do it your way. A small giggle escaped me, and Hailey turned to see what I was looking at.

“They’re terrible, aren’t they? Do guys really think we’ll fall for that crap?”

I twisted my lips. “Some guys don’t need a line.”

She snorted. “Sounds like something my brother would say. West’s ego knows no bounds.”

I froze. “West is your brother? West Montgomery?”

She paused from peeling the peach in her hand and then removed another cutting board from behind the bar and placed it next to me. She grabbed two peaches and a knife and put them on top. “I take it you’ve already met him and his ego.”

I picked up a peach and started peeling, ignoring the flush that crept up my neck. “You could say that.”