Cap swung wide so as not to mess up the lines on the starboard side of the boat. Another glance at Jonathan’s thrashing arms let him know that they’d better hurry.
Preston threw a life ring, and Jonathan latched onto it. Then, Preston pulled him toward the boat.
The man’s eyes went wide. “Ow!” Jonathan yelled.
“What?” Preston asked.
All eyes were on the man in the water.
“Something just bit me.”
“Nothing is going to bite you out there,” Cap informed him.
“It’s pulling on me!” Jonathan yelled back.
What the hell was this lunatic talking about?
“I’m serious. It hurts, and it’s pulling on me.”
Cap supposed he could play along with this little game.
“Where is it pulling on you?” Cap asked as he and Preston reached down, each grabbing one of the man’s hands to pull him onto the boat.
Once standing, Jonathan twisted his body around, attempting to see the backside of himself. Then, he pointed at his ass.
“Right there.”
Cap stepped around the man to look.
Laughter burst out before he could stop it. This couldn’t have happened to a nicer guy.
“What’s so funny?” Jonathan asked.
“Looks like you’ve been caught.”
Preston and the ladies crowded behind Jonathan to look.
Chuckles filled the boat.
“What?” he asked again.
“Looks like the only line you didn’t ruin caught you instead.”
Cap watched Emma as her ebony gaze followed the hook, lure, and line attached to her ex’s ass to the rod she gripped in her hands. A hint of mischief flashed in her eyes when realization set in. She gave the rod a slight jerk.
Jonathan screamed like a little girl.
“Cap, this one’s not a keeper. Can we toss him back?” Emma asked sweetly.
Everyone but Jonathan roared with laughter.
Though it was tempting, he couldn’t grant her request. If the ladies chose to finish their charter, Jonathan would stay with them. He ran his gaze over Jonathan. The guy looked soft—harmless enough.
“It’s not funny,” Jonathan snapped.
“Oh, it is,” Emma replied.
“Preston, help Jonathan get unhooked,” Cap ordered.
