“That was incredible!” she said, pulling her regulator from her mouth. “I could do this forever.”
Sam, treading water next to her, slid his face mask up. He reached out, drawing her close, then kissed her on the lips. “I could do that forever . . .”
They slipped down into the water, and he kissed her again, this time holding her tight. When they surfaced a few seconds later, she nodded. “Me too.”
They left Catalina, Remi with wreck certificate in hand and two friends richer.
CHAPTER FIVE
Remi eyed the stacks of carefully folded clothes on her bed, ready to be packed for her trip to Greece, then looked at the full suitcase for her weekend with Sam. “I think I have everything.”
Her roommate, Olivia Brady, shook her head. “What’s gotten into you?”
“I may be falling in love.”
“Are you even listening to yourself? The guy’s a stocker in a grocery store.”
“For now.”
“Right. Like we haven’t heard that story before.”
“He’s an engineer.”
“And you know this how?”
“He told me.”
“I can’t find anything about him on the internet. And you know I’m good at that.”
Remi looked up from her suitcase. “Why would he lie?”
“Why do you think guys lie about that stuff? How naive can you be?”
“He’s not like that—”
“Says the girl who’s never been out on her own before. College doesn’t count. He picked you up in a bar, for heaven’s sake. You can’t possibly think it’s okay to go away with him.”
“You sound like my mother.”
“For good reason.”
Remi zipped up her suitcase, then took a second look in her closet to see if she’d missed anything. “I wonder if I should pack a coat.”
“You know nothing about this guy.”
“I’ve dated him for almost two weeks. Every day. If he was going to do something shady, he’d have done it by now.”
“Are you even listening to yourself? You can’t just run off for the weekend with someone you don’t know.”
“I have before.”
“I wasn’t here then, but now I am, and I need to put a little sense back into you. You have a plan. This,” she said, nodding at Remi’s suitcase, “does not fit with this.” She swept her hand toward a corkboard hanging on Remi’s bedroom wall. There were articles of the Fourni archipelago shipwrecks pinned to it, notes from research, and timelines she’d mapped out on how she planned to proceed with that venture. Another board showed the Spanish galleon notes.
Remi had always known from an early age what it was she wanted to do. Working as a translator was a very small step in her overarching goal of one day heading up a team to explore some of the areas she was researching. From there she planned to write a book, then produce a documentary. “You worry too much.”
“Do I? What, exactly, do you know about him?”
“Besides that he saved a man’s life at risk of his own?”