Sliding into the water, he took a deep breath and dove. The pool wasn't that deep, about twelve feet, but it was enough that he wouldn't be able to stay under long. Reaching the bottom, he stretched out a hand-and tried not to be hurt when Lynn snatched his tentacles away.
Awesome. His stupid f*****g mother was already dismantling his happiness. Exactly as he had anticipated, which was why he'd made a point of not telling them anything. When he found out who had been gossiping about him, Anderson was going to strangle the bastard.
Swimming back to the surface, he climbed out and sat on the edge of the pool, shivering as a cool breeze sprang up. He shoved back his sopping hair and stared glumly in the water. Even the sight of his engagement ring, a white gold band molded to resemble ivy
