Chapter 12

Trish was about to jump in. The red Pirates were ahead, but the lead was not insurmountable. I knew if Joss could touch the side no more than a second after Butt Crack—who’d been given the moniker due to a roundness of ass no Speedo could fully contain—I could pull ahead of Mathias

It hadn’t worked out quite the way it did in my head. Fuck life! It rarely does. Mathias was half a body length ahead by the time I sprang off the flooring outside the pool. I stroked like mad. I kicked like a frigging Rockette, turning my head side to side, wishing I could actually see where I was and how far behind.