He emerged a few feet away and shook his head like a wet dog, grinning happily. “You get used to it after a while.”
“Maybe you do, Prince, but you’ve had practice.”
“Well, now you get to learn. Then the next time, it won’t be so bad.”
She stiffened at the mention of a next time. James was so sure of himself, so convinced he could get her back here. He always spoke like that, as though they had an assumed future together. But did that have to be a bad thing? Was that implying a future as husband and wife, or just that they would be friends in the future? She did*’t have time to answer her own question, because he swarmed up out of the water like a large fish and tackled her. She collapsed sideways and hit the water, plunging her head underneath. Everything was muted silence for a moment, the weight of his body holding her under, and then she emerged, gasping for air and coughing. James rolled away and squatted in the shallows, eyeing her carefully. “Are you all right?
“Fine,” she wheezed, shivering. But her feet, her calves, had all begun to feel comfortably warm as they adjusted to the temperature.
“Come out deeper,” he urged, and she followed him out into the water up to her waist, then her shoulders, until she was treading water next to him. His blond hair was plastered to his head, turned darker brown by the water. She was close enough to see the drops of water rolling down his nose and cheeks. He caught her staring and grinned. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it? I love it here.”
“I can see why.”
“My father taught me how to swim here. Took me out a ways in a boat and then pushed me in. He jumped in after me, made sure his prodigy did*’t drown, but let me figure it out myself. When I just kept floundering, he put a hand under me, held me above the surface, until I was treading water. I was maybe five years old, then.” James laughed softly to himself, his eyes gazing at somewhere far away, seeing that boat from almost twenty years before.
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