Go snorkeling. It’ll be fun, the concierge had said. She should have known better than to think she should try something even remotely adventurous. She’d wanted to talk to the sexy stranger who’d rescued her, but was stopped short as they’d brought another victim onto the boat. Apparently, the newlyweds had decided skinny snorkeling was in order and the husband had scraped his bits on fire coral. He’d been laid out like a filleted fish, his testicles looking like bright red oranges. Penny had rushed to help his wife, by bagging ice and gathering their belongings. When they’d returned to shore, she’d helped them get back to the room, staying with them until the hotel nurse had arrived. Unfortunately, by the time she’d returned to the dock, her handsome scuba diver had vanished. She recalled the long boat ride back to the resort, and how she’d stolen glances at his broad muscular chest. As he peeled his tanned, hardened body out of his wetsuit, nearly every woman on board took notice.
