Page 29 of Possession

He splashed into the tide pool with me. “Fuck.” His eyes went wide.

“C-cold, huh?”

He dragged in a breath. “That’s one word for it, Ms. Copeland.”

My mind drifted as water skimmed my shoulders.

“Grace. Stay with me.”

Jack’s voice startled me. I started to thrash.

“Grace. Honey, stay with me. We’re going to get you out of there, all right?”

Blake waded in against me.

I pushed at him. I couldn’t breathe. So, close. I wanted to curl myself around him and beg him to save me, but I pushed against him instead.

He wrapped his arms around me, dragging me into him. “She’s fucking blue.”

“As a Smurf,” Jack said with a wide grin down at me. “But we’re going to get her out of here and warm her up until she’s pink as a newborn baby, right, Gracie?”

I nodded, pressing my nose into Blake’s neck. I tried to grasp his lapel, but my hands wouldn’t work. Suit. He was in a suit—no. Better than that. Tux.

Figures that my first time seeing him in a tux and he’d be soaked in salt water. His shoulders were massive though.

Jack reached into the water.

Blake pulled me closer, crowding me into the rock even more. I didn’t think that was possible.

“Come on, asshole. I’m not trying to feel her up. I like my women warm and willing.” Jack smiled down at me. I could see the worry creeping into his gaze, but he was playing Mr. Charming for all he was worth. “I bet you’d be willing with a little time by the fire, right, Gracie?”

I laughed.

I couldn’t help it.

Blake stiffened. “Now you’re making jokes?”

Jack kept on smiling. “Now is the best time.” His fingers slipped around my shoulders and down my back. “What’s stuck, honey?”

“Foot.”

Blake reached down into the water with a hiss. His fingers coasted down my belly to my hip and lower. He kept his gaze locked on me as he bounced twice before disappearing under the water.

He pulled at my foot. I screamed as pain flared over my ankle and up my leg. Not so numb, after all.

He came up, whipping his hair back as he exploded out of the water. “The top of her boot is wedged under a sharp piece of rock. Laces are tangled.” He swiped his hand down his face to wick the water away. “Ankle’s pretty swollen.”

“Can you cut it off?”

I pushed at Jack. “No.”

“Not your foot, Gracie. Just your boot, baby.”

“If you use one more term of endearment with my woman, I’m going to gut you,” Blake snarled.

“Dream on,” Jack said with a laugh.

“You’re what?” I asked incredulously.

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