Southern Comfort by Fern Michaels

Author:Fern Michaels
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Romance, Fiction, Suspense, Contemporary, General
ISBN: 9780758227171
Publisher: Kensington
Published: 2011-04-26T03:15:33+00:00

Feeling like an eel in his wet suit, Pete adjusted the band on his diving mask, then pulled it back to sit atop his head. He checked his equipment. Fins, snorkel, regulator, dive watch, tank of compressed air.

“We won’t need the regulator or the tank since we’re not going that deep,” Tick said.

“I’m not taking any chances, bro. I’ve never done this before, remember? I’m not so sure we shouldn’t have rented those skis you mentioned. At least we’d be above the water.”

“You’ll do fine, Pete. I’m no expert myself. Let’s just take the snorkels and masks. We can get by with them. We can stay close to the beach, we’ll swim out just far enough so we’re not easily spotted. No one in their right mind is going to be out fishing or doing who knows what this time of night. If we were skiing, we’d be spotted for sure.”

Pete breathed a sigh of relief. “True. That’ll work for me. I don’t have to tell you, I wasn’t too enthused about diving or waterskiing. Keep me above the water any day.”

“Yeah, I can see you’re still a wuss,” Tick needled. “Think you’ll need a life jacket, too?”

“Kiss my ass,” Pete shot back.

“I think I’ll take a pass on that, bro,” Tick said. For the first time in a very, very long time, he felt good. Really good. As in let’s-kick-ass-and-take-names-later good. Good as in he wondered about the woman who called herself Kate. Visions of her romping on the beach filled his head. She was hot, even hotter than her friend. Somehow Tick knew that she was as totally unaware of her knockout looks as her partner was totally aware of her own attractiveness.

“One of these days, I’m really gonna kick your ass, you know that?” Pete shot back with a grin.

“When hell freezes over. Get your gear so we can get started. The sun’ll be up before you’re out the door. And remember, once we swim ashore, no talking. You follow me, stay close so you don’t get into any trouble. When and if I see it’s clear, then I’ll decide our next move. If—and I don’t see this happening—but if for some god-awful reason it does, if we encounter trouble of any kind, I want you to hightail your ass back to the house. Call Joe; he’s the island elder. Tell him what’s going down. He’ll know what to do from there. You sure you’re okay with this?” Tick asked, suddenly serious, more serious than he’d been for a long time. This wasn’t a game, and he wanted to make sure Pete understood the rules.

“I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t. No cowboys and Indians. We’re not kids. I know this is serious shit, Tick, and I’m good with all of it,” Pete assured him.

“If you’re sure, then let’s go. Remember, you follow and do as instructed or else,” Tick reiterated.

“I heard you the first time. Let’s go before I chicken out,” Pete joked. “Why the hell do I have to wear this? I feel like I’m being strangled by a boa constrictor,” he added.

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