Ram shouted. “Move your ass!”Triton grinned as he casually rotated through the heated water of the Olympic-sized pool and floated on his back, his backstroke slow and relaxed. He didn’t bother answering his friend’s insistent barks, because he didn’t swim competitively anymore. Not since the accident at the last Olympic trials. The car accident broke his leg and kept him from competing. Yeah, Michael Phelps wouldn’t be the golden boy, he would’ve been except for a drunk driver. He, Triton Tidwell would be all the rave and the envy of every swimmer on the planet.That wasn’t his fate as his coach had said.“Are you daft?” Ram bellowed, the vein snaking down the center of his forehead threatening to explode at any moment. “I said to move it!”“Keep your trunks on!” Triton rotated around in the water and forced himself to push through the currents, driving himself faster and faster, and for just a few moments, racing against the naysayers and the stopwatch in Ram’s oversized fist.He’d dreamed again last night of a golden palace under the sea, and him, a merman darting through the waters, surrounded by mermaids and other merfolk.
