had
subsided, and golden rays of sunshine were peeking through white
puffy clouds. The sunlight streamed down and sparked like jewels
off the white-capped waves.
The
scenery was picture perfect. He should call Miranda to come and
check out the beauty of the sight. He knew she loved afternoons
like this, but the last thing he wanted was another argument. He
was right about going to Jack and letting him know his intentions
toward his daughter. He was right.
End of
story.
Chapter Five
Miranda
frowned as she watched Gray’s head disappear beneath the dark ocean
waves. Despite being mad at him, she ached for him too. They hadn’t
spoken since their argument yesterday. In a couple of days they
would deliver the yacht and then they would go to Calder’s marina
where the wedding and reception were taking place. After the
wedding, they would head back to their old life in
Alaska.
Suddenly
travelling separately back home just didn’t have the appeal it had
yesterday. Being mad at him didn’t sit well either. Gosh, before
having sex with him, she’d had no problem staying mad at him. Now,
she just wanted to be near him.
An
overwhelming urge to jump into the ocean suddenly swept over her
and almost toppled her. Instincts told her she had only minutes to
get into the water in order to survive. Confusion and a wave of
dizziness made her grip the wheel. She gazed down at her hands and
gasped.
They were
pulsating and getting darker. What the hell? Gray had said females
Turned before males…usually. Oh damn. She would have to be the
exception.
Steady , Miranda . Steady .
Was she
going to Turn? Now? She couldn’t Turn. The boat wasn’t even
secure.
Shit.
This could not be happening.
Panic
zipped through her as the urge to jump into the water grew. She was
too far off shore to drop anchor. If she simply left the boat, it
would float along unattended. Someone might find it and claim it.
Or the Coast Guard would seize it and ask questions.
Maybe she
could steer the yacht closer. Maybe…
Hurriedly, she aimed the boat toward the sandy shoreline and
jammed the thrusters into full speed. The yacht lurched forward and
she almost lost her footing.
To her
horror, she was finding it hard to breathe. Panic snapped through
her.
She tried
to remember what she’d read on that secret Octoposeidon website and
what Calder had said. Some females changed fast. Some
slow.
Oh, she
hoped she was a slow Turner. She just needed a few minutes to get
the boat into shallower waters. Her body began to ache in a curious
way. Her arms and legs began an odd pulsing and tingling. She
needed to swim. She needed to breathe.
When she
could no longer stand the incredible need to jump into the ocean,
she switched off the engine and dropped anchor. It would drag and
catch on something. Hopefully.
She
didn’t care about the boat anymore. She needed to survive. She
could barely get aft, her legs were so wobbly. She stepped onto the
transom and dived in. As she impacted the water, the cool liquid
sliced like sharp knives against every square inch of her
flesh.
Panic
screamed through her as her brain warned her that going under water
would cause her to drown. But an instinctual drive buried deeper
inside her, shouted at her to do it. She followed her instincts and
slipped her head and body beneath the surface.
* * * *
*
Gray knew
immediately that something was wrong. Miranda wouldn’t have headed
the yacht toward shore unless there was a problem. He just hoped to
hell that other Octo males hadn’t scented her.
Damn!
He’d been living in a freaking cocoon where Miranda was concerned.
He hadn’t taken the dangers seriously. He’d been too passive with
her safety. He would have to rectify that situation.
It had
taken most of his strength to jet propel himself through the water
with his tentacles to keep up with the yacht. When he saw the
anchor slide through the ocean and saw her dive into the waters a
few hundred yards in front of him, he
subsided, and golden rays of sunshine were peeking through white
puffy clouds. The sunlight streamed down and sparked like jewels
off the white-capped waves.
The
scenery was picture perfect. He should call Miranda to come and
check out the beauty of the sight. He knew she loved afternoons
like this, but the last thing he wanted was another argument. He
was right about going to Jack and letting him know his intentions
toward his daughter. He was right.
End of
story.
Chapter Five
Miranda
frowned as she watched Gray’s head disappear beneath the dark ocean
waves. Despite being mad at him, she ached for him too. They hadn’t
spoken since their argument yesterday. In a couple of days they
would deliver the yacht and then they would go to Calder’s marina
where the wedding and reception were taking place. After the
wedding, they would head back to their old life in
Alaska.
Suddenly
travelling separately back home just didn’t have the appeal it had
yesterday. Being mad at him didn’t sit well either. Gosh, before
having sex with him, she’d had no problem staying mad at him. Now,
she just wanted to be near him.
An
overwhelming urge to jump into the ocean suddenly swept over her
and almost toppled her. Instincts told her she had only minutes to
get into the water in order to survive. Confusion and a wave of
dizziness made her grip the wheel. She gazed down at her hands and
gasped.
They were
pulsating and getting darker. What the hell? Gray had said females
Turned before males…usually. Oh damn. She would have to be the
exception.
Steady , Miranda . Steady .
Was she
going to Turn? Now? She couldn’t Turn. The boat wasn’t even
secure.
Shit.
This could not be happening.
Panic
zipped through her as the urge to jump into the water grew. She was
too far off shore to drop anchor. If she simply left the boat, it
would float along unattended. Someone might find it and claim it.
Or the Coast Guard would seize it and ask questions.
Maybe she
could steer the yacht closer. Maybe…
Hurriedly, she aimed the boat toward the sandy shoreline and
jammed the thrusters into full speed. The yacht lurched forward and
she almost lost her footing.
To her
horror, she was finding it hard to breathe. Panic snapped through
her.
She tried
to remember what she’d read on that secret Octoposeidon website and
what Calder had said. Some females changed fast. Some
slow.
Oh, she
hoped she was a slow Turner. She just needed a few minutes to get
the boat into shallower waters. Her body began to ache in a curious
way. Her arms and legs began an odd pulsing and tingling. She
needed to swim. She needed to breathe.
When she
could no longer stand the incredible need to jump into the ocean,
she switched off the engine and dropped anchor. It would drag and
catch on something. Hopefully.
She
didn’t care about the boat anymore. She needed to survive. She
could barely get aft, her legs were so wobbly. She stepped onto the
transom and dived in. As she impacted the water, the cool liquid
sliced like sharp knives against every square inch of her
flesh.
Panic
screamed through her as her brain warned her that going under water
would cause her to drown. But an instinctual drive buried deeper
inside her, shouted at her to do it. She followed her instincts and
slipped her head and body beneath the surface.
* * * *
*
Gray knew
immediately that something was wrong. Miranda wouldn’t have headed
the yacht toward shore unless there was a problem. He just hoped to
hell that other Octo males hadn’t scented her.
Damn!
He’d been living in a freaking cocoon where Miranda was concerned.
He hadn’t taken the dangers seriously. He’d been too passive with
her safety. He would have to rectify that situation.
It had
taken most of his strength to jet propel himself through the water
with his tentacles to keep up with the yacht. When he saw the
anchor slide through the ocean and saw her dive into the waters a
few hundred yards in front of him, he
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