"Of all the…how do I end up with the woman that is stubborn as all get-out?" Flynn said to himself as he started the motor and whipped towards shore. Keelin pulled the towel that he had handed around her and tried to get warm.
"You know, most women would have thrown themselves on me in gratitude. You know, promising anything I wanted? Offers of undying devotion? Baked goods? No. You can barely thank me." Flynn glared at her.
Keelin stared regally at him from across the boat.
"I am sure I would have been fine. I just needed to cut across the current is all, and I was a bit disoriented."
"A bit? You were a quarter mile out! You were shark bait. A goner! What were you even thinking? Are you insane?" Flynn lost it as they motored quietly into the cove. His shouts echoed off the walls of the empty cove and Ronan went silent on the beach.
"Hey! You aren't the boss of me! I'll have you know that I am a trained diver. I study this. This is what I do."
"Trained? Hardly! If you were trained you would know not to go diving alone and perhaps maybe to study the waters ahead of time and know that there is a nine-knot current that runs outside the cove. Had I not been out fishing today and heard your cry for help you would have been gone in minutes!" Flynn cut the motor and raged at her.
Keelin stood up on shaky legs and yelled at him.
"I'll have you know that I am a professional!"
"A professional pain in the ass!"
They were nose to nose in the rocking boat. Keelin's breath huffed out and her chest heaved.
Flynn sighed and laid his forehead against hers, surprising her.
A New York Times Bestselling author, Tricia O'Malley lives in Milwaukee with her husband Josh, and their much doted-upon dogs, Briggs and Blue. On a typical day you will find her lost in the worlds of her making or working with up-and-coming authors. She loves the entrepreneurial life, is strongly resistant to the cubicle-world, and thrives on creating the life that she's always wanted to live.