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Caleb moved quickly toward Bree. He’d tried to give her some space while she had been on her phone call, but he’d overheard enough to know something was wrong. “Are you all right?” he asked. She still sat in the water, her chin resting on her knees, staring into the distance.
“I just threw my phone into the water.”
He took that as no, I’m not okay and tried to ignore the fact that he’d have to put on his gear to see if he could find the phone later, preferably before a turtle decided to use it as a midday snack. If he got lucky, it would wash up on shore.
He sat down next to Bree, and his skin erupted with goose bumps covering his arms from the shock of the cold water. He forced himself not to squirm. “Want to talk about it?”
Bree turned to him, a curious look spread across her feat
