Excitement prickled like snowflakes from Seeley’s chest down to her toes as Asher carried her sideways through the narrow door of the master bedroom on the Spindrift. The copper-haired diver laughed from bouncing on the mattress where he threw her. She smelled the fresh cotton sheets with a hint of sandalwood—the surfer’s scent. Then she thought of Eva, and how she got Asher drunk.

“Are you sure you’re ready?” Seeley asked, propping herself up on her ...