Chapter 77

“Swimmers to your blocks.”

Finally!There was one lane—one swimmer—between us, according to the roster I’d checked out earlier. He currently stood at least ten feet from his starting block, with Mathias and me a fair distance from ours.

“It’s not like the Dover Pool days anymore, huh?” Mathias asked.

“Nope.”

“Think you can beat me?”

“Yup,” I said.

“At breaststroke?”

“Yuh-huh.”

Mathias chuckled, so damned relaxed or one hell of a bluffer.