Zara pushed herself out of the pool, the sound of Ian’s bark coming easily through the water streaming off of her and through her swim cap. Her muscles trembled, and she was starving. They’d been practicing for ten hours, and she had a feeling no matter what happened, Ian would not be satisfied.
She stood on the deck, her chest heaving as she tried to make up for the oxygen she had deprived herself of while underwater. At least she wasn’t in Ian’s direct line of fire. But she knew she could do her kicks sharper, and she’d run into someone underwater on their last run. So she had some room for improvement too—and the show was only a week away.
Ian finally released them with, “Be here by eight tomorrow,” which was an hour earlier than normal. Zara sighed, her stomach roaring at her for som
