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No flale lick Just the cold-ass swells of the Pacific Northwest

Treading water, Cole shook his head A damn flashback, which he hadn’t had in over a year—

“O on, I’ on the dock “Help!” she yelled as she ran “Help, there’s aSir?”

If she called hi to drown hias pumps on the corner of Main and First was a sir Cole wasn’t a da his mouth to tell her so, and also that he was fine, not in any danger at all, when she took a flying leap off the dock

And landed right on top of him

The icy water closed over both of their heads, and as another swell hit, they becaht free and once again broke the surface, whipping his head around to look for the woman

No sign of her

Shit Gasping in a deep breath, he dove back down and found her doing what he’d been doing only athe water and her clothes, and herself Her oorst ene the back of her sweater, Cole hauled her up, kicking hard to get them both to the surface

She sucked in so out blindly for hiet a handful of his junk

“Maybe we could get to shore first,” he said wryly

Holding on to hi to a tree, she squeezed hih already chattering teeth, then cliain

He et her head above water “Hey—”

“D-don’t panic,” she told hionna be o-o-okay”

She actually thought she was saving hiht so into a Popsicle before his very eyes, and so was he “Listen, just relax—”