(Asher’s POV)

“Oh c’mon, Ashie…just sit with me, you’re being paranoid. She’s scuba diving not going to war.” The blonde next to him pouted, lounging in a recliner as he scanned the horizon with binoculars.

The fit lifeguard hated that nickname.

He trusted his gym rat friend to keep Seeley safe, but it was his job to see dangers before they happened, and ever since he caught a glimpse of copper hair in a wetsuit jogging up to the ...