“Delete those pictures I have in there, CC.”
“Nah.”
I stood straight, warning him. “I mean it.”
“I know you mean it, Westley. What I'm trying to say is, I didn’t take any shots with you in there without asking your permission. Just chill out.”
“Hop in, or I’ll leave you behind.”
“You won’t dare.” He stopped, slightly alarm.
I arched a brow. “Oh, try me.”
He quickly jumped in and sat at the back. I pulled a life jacket and threw it to him. He caught it, snapping his head at me with a query look. “Are you always this serious? I can literally see the list in your head right now that you wish to accomplish today.” You don’t know what I’ve done, Clyve.
“Uh-huh. Now wear that thing.”
“Didn’t I just say I can swim, Westley? And I don’t want to look like an i***t with this thing on.” He r
