CHAPTER 52
She jumped to sitting upright. “What do you mean there’s a storm coming?”
“Exactly that,” he said, frowning a bit but reaching out to her. “I didn’t think you minded storms.”
“I don’t,” she said. Or she never had. But now she pictured waves hitting her boat sideways and bodies floating just above the surface.
“I don’t,” she said again, closing her eyes to steady herself and try and push away the memories of being helpless and tossed into a black sea. “Just the way you said it sounded ominous.”
“I’d never let you die,” he said.
As if he could truly promise that. He was good in the water, but it wasn’t like he could stop everything.
But still, she said, “I’m sure it will be fine.” With most storms, people didn’t even need to be rescued. “Will you be okay?”
He smiled. “Yeah. I just go a bit deeper and it’s fine. But I’ll stay close enough to watch for you leaving the lighthouse.”
She wanted to tell him it wasn’t necessary, but something inside her stopped her and she nodded as she hugged him. “Okay.”