Placing a hand on either side, he hoisted himself up, legs tucked, and swiveled, sliding inside. He turned to Sienna. “I’ll hold your kayak while you get back in.” “Not in a million years am I getting back in that boat.”“You can’t swim to shore in those clothes.”“You’re right.” She began undoing the buttons at her waist and stripping off her pants. They tangled around her ankles and she had to duck under the water to pull them over her feet. She stuffed them inside the kayak, then undid her blouse.Jack wolf whistled through his teeth.She whipped off the pale blue silky fabric and flung it at his face. Then she set off swimming for the beach. “Not a bad stroke,” he said. “With a little training you could be a swimmer.”“I came second in the state championships in high school.”“You didn’t come first? I’m disappointed.” He retrieved her clothes, attached a tow rope to the bow of her kayak and followed her. “Want a tow to shore?”She blew a jet of salt spray at him and swam on.
