It wasn't until Crew was long gone after a lovely interlude of lips and hugging and more apologizing-enough to last me until the next time, I guess-that I realized I'd failed to mention my underwater discovery. But before I could text him to come back, my phone rang in my hand, the vibration and sound making me jump and squeal a squeak of hoarse surprise. I answered it instantly, by habit. And held my breath in my tight and weighted chest as a woman's voice spoke in an Irish ...