Baldwin's expression shifted instantly. Without thinking, he moved to jump into the pool, but Belinda stopped him.
"Calista's a champion swimmer. Let her handle it."
The moment she finished speaking, Freya surfaced, gasping for air. But just as she reached the edge of the pool, the supposedly "non-swimmer" Calista flailed around and—whether by accident or not—dragged her right back in.
"Aah!"
Freya choked on several mouthfuls of water.
Once satisfied, Calista finally climbed out of the pool, dripping wet. Water trickled down her delicate collarbone, outlining her graceful curves.
Baldwin's gaze darkened. He took off his jacket, strode toward her, and, without giving her a chance to refuse, draped it over her shoulders.
"Are you okay?" His voice was low and raspy.
Calista coughed tw
