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Caleb missed the feel of Bree in his arms. More than he should. He’d only done what any decent person would do. The poor woman had been shaking, barely able to stay on her feet. In that moment, she’d seemed so vulnerable, unlike the woman he’d thought he’d started to get to know. She still stood directly in front of him, close enough that she had to tilt her head to look up at him.
“You don’t have to learn to scuba dive to have the job,” he told her. “You never need to step one foot in the ocean.” He wished he’d known. The thought that he’d caused the anxiety he’d seen—that he’d been the cause of Bree’s flight from his store—it made his stomach churn.
Bree placed one hand on his arm, her eyes questioning. “Are you sure? I won’t be as effective as someone else who has diving experienc
