Chapter 8

“Casey, I thought you were sleeping!” I called out to him, smiling because he had made his way out for maybe a night’s swim with me.

He didn’t answer me, which I thought peculiar, since the guy could talk a hearing-challenged person into boredom. Rather, he stood still on the beach, a mere shadow of gray and black in the distance, with his arms and hands at his sides.

“Casey, are you coming in? I know the undertow is dangerous, but it’s never stopped you before. You like to swim at night, calling it sexy.”

How many nights had he seduced me in the Gulf, worshiping my nakedness in the saltwater, calling himself Captain Blue Torteese, being bad with his fingers, mouth, and his erection? He admitted first that sex in the Gulf was one of his favorite pastimes, particularly with me.