A couple who had just reached the raft looked in her direction.
She rolled her eyes as Frank chuckled behind her.
“Okay now I want you to think about flipping yourself over and twisting at the same time, ending up in your original seated position.”
“Or back in the lake.”
“Yep,” he agreed. “That’s a solid potential outcome here. But the good news is you already know what to do if you end up back in the drink.”
At least he couldn’t see her while she rolled her eyes. Flipping and twisting at the same time, huh? She lifted her head, then felt around with her hands. Maybe she could do it.
As she thought about it, he drifted into view again. Now he was upright in his kayak and his wet t-shirt was clinging to his thick, broad chest.
“Hi,” she said brightly.
“Any time now, lady.” He winked.
“Bite me, mister.”
He laughed.
She took a deep breath, planted her hands on either side of her kayak and pulled her legs around as she lifted her upper body, twisting and flipping and making a lot of waves.
Much splashing. Not classy or dignified in the least.
But she was sitting in her seat—mostly—and wasnotback in the drink, as the Navy SEAL had so charmingly said.
“Well,” she said briskly, grabbing for her oar. “That’s enough of that for a lifetime. Now how do I get back to shore?”
