Chapter 7

“Who are you?”

“The guy who saved your life,” came the reply. Keston tried to place the man’s accent, pegging it to be either Irish or Scottish. The guy got to his feet and approached him. “I saw ye go over and rushed in to help ye, figured drowning was the last thing ye wanted to do today.”

“You…saved me?” Keston mused. The way he’d been tossed about, had failed to reach the surface, it seemed impossible for someone to cross the distance and drag him back to safety. Even the slightly muscular guy before him. “How?”

“I’m a good swimmer,” he replied, flashing a smile.

“Okay, yeah, sure.” Keston cast his gaze around the shore, hoping to see the canoe, only to be left disappointed. “Well, thanks, I guess.” Then he scrunched up his face, frowning. “Wait, were you sitting here this whole time to keep an eye on me?”

“To make sure ye were fine, aye.”

“A normal person would have called the police or something.”