The next moment, Ethan swam toward Jenna and took her into his arms.
The waves carried me farther away from them. He glanced back over his shoulder.
"Summer, hold on a little longer. I'll be right back for you."
The pain in my leg was excruciating. I tried to stay afloat, but with every struggle, I sank deeper.
He could see how much pain I was in.
Yet he still pried my fingers off the rescue rope first, pushing Jenna toward shore as fast as he could.
Suddenly, a memory from our teenage years flashed through my mind, sharp and bitter.
He'd tied our wrists together with a piece of rope back then, grinning at me.
"Don't be scared. No wave, no matter how big, could ever pull us apart."
I'd waited 10 years for him after that—waited for him to come home. Waited
