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Authors: Eliza March, Elizabeth Marchat
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exploded overhead. She glanced up for a brief moment and watched as a flare of light came toward the yacht, falling, falling...
And before Mosel thrust inside her, it hit the yacht.
Chapter Six
Jason’s gut clenched when he saw the explosion in the west cove. It had to be Mosel’s yacht. That’s where they were reported. A scary moment of déjà vu blasted through him. He kicked up the engine into high gear, searching the inner coves for signs of Mosel’s vessel until he spotted the flames behind the rise of rock blocking the actual wreckage. He shut down the motor to listen.
He shook, the fear almost consuming him as he approached the burning debris. When he couldn’t find any sign of Emily or Mosel on the larger remains of the wreckage, utter remorse and niggling hope battled for position in his mind.
She’s a great swimmer. If she’s conscious she’ll be able to at least stay afloat for a while.
He checked his watch. How long had it been? Not long. He searched with the light. He encircled the wreckage in wider and wider loops. Hoping. Praying. Damn, he needed help. The team was on their way.
* * * *
When the yacht exploded, the impact blew their bodies apart and tossed them both overboard. Emily felt the force of the water knock the wind from her lungs as she hit. The light from the explosion directed her as she struggled to the surface. The yacht was in flames, what little there was left of it, and she didn’t see Mosel anywhere as she frantically searched the surface. She dove under the water, hoping the fires above would provide enough light as she hunted for him.
After a couple of dives, she desperately rescanned the surface. She caught sight of a mass drifting several feet from the burning debris. Emily worried how safe it would be to venture closer to the yacht, but she couldn’t leave Mosel. He floated face up on a small piece of the deck.
Stroking smoothly, she reached him and noticed his breathing was shallow and irregular, and he was unresponsive to her voice. The responsibility to get them both away from the burning ship fell to her. Emily grabbed him beneath his arms and swam purposefully away from the wreckage.
He was too heavy. His shorts were wrapped around his legs. His clothes were dragging them down.
Emily gauged the distance to shore and figured it looked questionable in their present condition. She paused, felt the bump on the back of her head. Warm, wet, and sticky. Blood. She wasn’t sure how much she’d lost, but she knew she couldn’t afford blood loss and the strain of dragging Mosel too. Hell, were there sharks in this part of the Mediterranean? Where weren’t there sharks?
Her dress had ripped off her with the impact of the explosion, but she still had on the cute sandals she bought earlier in town. It broke her heart to kick them free, but her life and Mosel’s would depend on her strength and ability to get them to shore. She treaded water, holding him afloat as she struggled, removing his shorts and shoes to lighten the load. She used his shirt to hold him afloat.
If she hadn’t been consumed with getting them to safety, she would have had time to wonder about what caused the explosion. Keeping herself focused, Emily instinctively stroked, stroked, stroked while she recalled the flash of the incoming blaze from the fireworks. An unexploded rocket couldn’t be capable of that much damage, but she wasn’t a munitions expert.
She kept swimming toward the coast. “Stay alive, Mosel.” She hoped she’d have the strength to get them to shore. The rocks in the cove looked ominous with the waves breaking against them. Too bad he hadn’t chosen a more hospitable spot to seduce her.
Damn, I know Jason and the team were supposed to be observing from somewhere. They’ve had plenty of time to find us, and that explosion should have been more effective than a dozen flares.
“Jason, Jason,” she called, then cursed herself for forgetting about Mosel.
And before Mosel thrust inside her, it hit the yacht.
Chapter Six
Jason’s gut clenched when he saw the explosion in the west cove. It had to be Mosel’s yacht. That’s where they were reported. A scary moment of déjà vu blasted through him. He kicked up the engine into high gear, searching the inner coves for signs of Mosel’s vessel until he spotted the flames behind the rise of rock blocking the actual wreckage. He shut down the motor to listen.
He shook, the fear almost consuming him as he approached the burning debris. When he couldn’t find any sign of Emily or Mosel on the larger remains of the wreckage, utter remorse and niggling hope battled for position in his mind.
She’s a great swimmer. If she’s conscious she’ll be able to at least stay afloat for a while.
He checked his watch. How long had it been? Not long. He searched with the light. He encircled the wreckage in wider and wider loops. Hoping. Praying. Damn, he needed help. The team was on their way.
* * * *
When the yacht exploded, the impact blew their bodies apart and tossed them both overboard. Emily felt the force of the water knock the wind from her lungs as she hit. The light from the explosion directed her as she struggled to the surface. The yacht was in flames, what little there was left of it, and she didn’t see Mosel anywhere as she frantically searched the surface. She dove under the water, hoping the fires above would provide enough light as she hunted for him.
After a couple of dives, she desperately rescanned the surface. She caught sight of a mass drifting several feet from the burning debris. Emily worried how safe it would be to venture closer to the yacht, but she couldn’t leave Mosel. He floated face up on a small piece of the deck.
Stroking smoothly, she reached him and noticed his breathing was shallow and irregular, and he was unresponsive to her voice. The responsibility to get them both away from the burning ship fell to her. Emily grabbed him beneath his arms and swam purposefully away from the wreckage.
He was too heavy. His shorts were wrapped around his legs. His clothes were dragging them down.
Emily gauged the distance to shore and figured it looked questionable in their present condition. She paused, felt the bump on the back of her head. Warm, wet, and sticky. Blood. She wasn’t sure how much she’d lost, but she knew she couldn’t afford blood loss and the strain of dragging Mosel too. Hell, were there sharks in this part of the Mediterranean? Where weren’t there sharks?
Her dress had ripped off her with the impact of the explosion, but she still had on the cute sandals she bought earlier in town. It broke her heart to kick them free, but her life and Mosel’s would depend on her strength and ability to get them to shore. She treaded water, holding him afloat as she struggled, removing his shorts and shoes to lighten the load. She used his shirt to hold him afloat.
If she hadn’t been consumed with getting them to safety, she would have had time to wonder about what caused the explosion. Keeping herself focused, Emily instinctively stroked, stroked, stroked while she recalled the flash of the incoming blaze from the fireworks. An unexploded rocket couldn’t be capable of that much damage, but she wasn’t a munitions expert.
She kept swimming toward the coast. “Stay alive, Mosel.” She hoped she’d have the strength to get them to shore. The rocks in the cove looked ominous with the waves breaking against them. Too bad he hadn’t chosen a more hospitable spot to seduce her.
Damn, I know Jason and the team were supposed to be observing from somewhere. They’ve had plenty of time to find us, and that explosion should have been more effective than a dozen flares.
“Jason, Jason,” she called, then cursed herself for forgetting about Mosel.
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