FALLON
“Is it cold?” I ask. If looks could kill, I wouldn’t mind dying by this man’s dark, seductive gaze. He splashes me.
“It’s heated, and you’re a brat.”
I shrug before moving toward the bar area, not intending to get in the water. I was never one for swimming, not because I couldn’t, just not something I enjoyed much since we were always on alert with Emma. However, before I reach the bar area, an arm snakes around my waist, and I shudder when I am pulled back against his chest.
“You ruined my phone,” he murmurs, setting it on the bar area.
“I’m sure you can afford another,” I tell him, and he laughs when his grip grows tighter. He starts dragging me back toward the water’s edge. He then falls in with me and I shriek as we plummet into the icy depths. The air is knocked from my
