Her body was heavy. Her brain refused to follow a single thought.Xavier had saved her. She’d known it only dimly until she landed, choking, on the dock and saw him start to pull himself up.But then he’d disappeared into the water again. That’s when Dusty came running along the dock. He’d come quietly, and remarkably swiftly for a man of his age. She’d only begun to tell him what had happened before he silenced her and dragged off his shoes and shirt.Nasty had shouted then, shouted to Dusty that he was okay.She swept the beam back and forth, searching for some sign of either Dusty or Nasty. And she tried not to think of the extra time she’d wasted after Nasty surfaced. When he’d failed to swim in, she panicked and jumped into the water.Stupid, stupid, stupid. As if she could find and save him. As if she’d forgotten she couldn’t even swim. She had forgotten. And for the second time in half an hour she’d been saved from drowning—by Dusty this time.Polly hugged herself.
