Her inner office-supply ho quivered.

Piper spent a horrifyingly long few seconds trying to remember how to swim. But then there was a splash next to her, and suddenly she was being held against another body.

“Okay,” Cam said. “I’m moving crazy up to the top of the list. Because what the actual fuck, Piper.”

“I wasn’t quite ready to let go!”

With a sigh, he swam her to the dock ladder and gave her a not-so-gentle shove up. She climbed to the dock and flopped onto her back, staring up at the sky before realizing he hadn’t come up after her. Sitting up, she peered over the side.

He was gone.

Like . . . gone. There was no sign of him as far as the eye could see. “Cam!” she yelled.

Nothing.

Oh, shit. She’d killed him. Fear clutched deep in her gut. He was drowning. Dear God, he was going to die and it was all her fault. She got to her feet and was just about to jump back in when he surfaced. He tossed his hair from his eyes with a single shake of his head and lifted a hand out of the water.

He had her journal.

He tossed it at her feet as he effortlessly pulled himself up onto the dock and flopped down at her side.

“Are you insane?” she demanded.

He was drenched, but the look he slid her was one hundred percent dry. “I believe the words you’re looking for are thank you.”

“Oh my God.” She thought he must be furious at her, but when she took a closer look, he was laughing.

“Hey,” she said. “It’s not funny. I thought I killed you.”

“I’m like a cat, I’ve got a few lives left.” He rose to his feet, vanished into the marina storage locker, and came back with two wool blankets. Wrapping one around her, he encouraged her to sit back down.

“I can’t believe I made the mistake of telling you to toss the journal into the lake.”

He wrapped the other blanket around himself and sat next to her. “I’ve made more than a few mistakes of my own.”

She stopped in the middle of trying to dry off the journal with her blanket and looked over at him in surprise. “You have?”