Chapter 19

When the beeper sounds, the swimmers arc gracefully into the pool in a cascading wave. But Chase isn’t the first one in—no, he hesitates a full half-second, maybe more, before pushing off to soar into the water. He’s the last in his lane, fuck.As Chase struggles to catch up with the others, Rory stomps his foot in frustration. “Damn it the hell!” he swears out loud.

Sweeney appears beside him. “He choked at the last minute just like you did in practice,” she remarks dryly. “Hope he can make that up.”

“I didn’t choke,” Rory mutters. Already the first swimmer has touched the far end of the pool and tumbled around to return to the blocks. Chase is still half a lane back. There’s no way he’ll make up the time and Rory knows it.

Sweeney gives him an appraising look. “What do you call it, then?”