Chapter 23

Olivia

"That was great. He's not attracted to you at all!" Bessie announces with glee when the lifeguards get me to shore and drop me on the rocky beach. I gasp for breath under the weight of the wet modesty suit.

Vern is dropped on to the beach next to me, but he's a billionaire, so he's whisked away by butlers and other kinds of staff. I've got Bessie and Rosalind.

"I thought you were a goner," Rosalind says.

"I've never seen anything like it," Bessie says. "Dueling snorkels, masks flying in the air. It was like a movie. Like Jaws."

"I must have drunk a gallon of seawater," I gasp. "I think I drank that damned starfish that Vern was scared of."

They help me up and take me back to the dressing room, where I throw away the swimsuit and get back into my clothes. "We didn't even have to use the GPS tracker or the pepper spray," Bessie says. "I'd say this was a big success."