He started to run.

Molly held her breath as long as she could, then resurfaced to fill her lungs. Sure enough, he’d just thrown himself into the water with a very nice racing dive.

This should get his adrenaline pumping.

She flailed around until she was sure he’d spotted her, then went under again, diving deep and swimming off to her right. It was a rotten thing to do, but it was for the greater good. A bored Kevin was an unhappy Kevin, and it was long past time he had some fun at the Wind Lake Campground. Maybe then, he wouldn’t be so anxious to sell it.

She surfaced again. Thanks to her crafty underwater change of direction, he was heading too far to the left. She caught another breath and went back under.

As Daphne went under for the third time, Benny swam—

Delete that.

As Benny went under for the third time, Daphne swam faster and faster …

Being rescued by Daphne would serve Benny right, Molly thought virtuously. He shouldn’t have gone swimming without a buddy.

She opened her eyes underwater, but the lake was murky from all the rain, and she couldn’t see much. She remembered how squeamish some of her campmates used to be about swimming in a lake instead of a pool—What if a fish bites me?—but Molly had grown used to it after her first summer, and she felt right at home.

Her lungs were starting to burn, and she came up for more air. He was about fifteen yards to her left. She refused to think about the boy and the wolf as she made her next move.

“Help!”

He pivoted in the water, wet blond hair sticking to that superb forehead. “Hold on, Molly!”

“Hurry! I’ve got a”—hole in my head—“a cramp!” Down she went.

She cut to the right, swam the pattern, headed for the sideline—made ol’ Number Eleven work for it.

Her lungs were burning again. Time to resurface near the goal line.

He’d spent two decades picking out receivers in a crowd, and he spotted her instantly. His stroke was powerful, and she got so caught up watching the way he churned through the water that she nearly forgot to go under again.

His hand brushed her thigh, then fastened around the skimpy bottom of her bathing suit.

His hand. On her butt. She should have thought farther ahead.

He jerked hard on the suit to pull her to him, and the skimpy pair of ties that were holding it on snapped. He clamped his arm around her and pulled her to the surface.

The bottom part of the suit didn’t come along.

As it trailed away in the water, she could only wonder how she’d gotten herself into this situation. Was this going to be her reward for doing a little good in the world?

“Are you all right?”