“Down, man, down. Naughty, naughty.” Ryan was smiling at him and wagging a finger as if to scold. Whatever had been troubling him seemed to have disappeared.
“Swim first still?” Boon knew Ryan would know what he meant.
For an answer, Ryan dove into the pool. He came up with his arms together, stretched in front of his head, and he grabbed a breath as his strong shoulders broke the water. He pulled his arms up and out to the sides and then back under the water in the sweeping butterfly stoke, and his head disappeared under the water again.