(Asher's POV)
“Oh c'mon, Ashie…just sit with me, you're being paranoid. She's scuba diving not going to war." The blonde next to him pouted, lounging in a recliner as he scanned the horizon with binoculars.
The fit lifeguard hated that nickname.
He trusted his gym rat friend to keep Seeley safe, but it was his job to see dangers before they happened, and ever since he caught a glimpse of copper hair in a wetsuit jogging up to the Crenshaw's boat.
And he also knew how messed up this sounded. If he was this worried about Seeley going on one dive with them, he should've spoken up to Colton about the Crenshaws a long time ago.
The thought that he was a coward stung deep in his gut.
Asher knew he could be selfish, but he didn't like how he put his job security over the safety of the peo
