"Actually," she told him, "I was worried about you. I heard you leave the cottage, and then I heard you dive into the water."
"You did? I must be losing my skills."
"Everyone makes a sound when their body hits the water," she reminded him.
"Not everyone," he disagreed. "So, how come you're still here?"
"I was waiting to make sure you got back here safely and hadn't drowned or killed yourself in some other way."
He chuckled, a deep bass sound.
Peyton drew her brows together. "You think that's funny?"
He was still submerged to the middle of his chest, so she didn't even have an idea how deep the water was.
"No." He shook his head, drops of water flying from his hair. "As a matter of fact, I think it's very nice. But you really didn't have to worry. I've been in more dangerous waters
