Going Deep (Divemasters Book 2) Read Online Free PDF

one of his partners. Yet he had been.
    It might not become a forever thing, but if she was down with it, he planned to dip his toe in the relationship pool for himself with Sabine while she was around. Why not try something different?
    The bus driver tipped his hat and grinned. “Have fun. Don’t bother behaving yourself.”
    “I never do, man.” Miguel slapped the guy on the shoulder before disembarking.
    By the time he’d crossed to the chopper—a serious upgrade from the one they’d had originally—everyone else had climbed inside. So he handed up the suitcase to Archer then joined Sabine in the back bench seat. U-shaped, the buttery leather couch could hold four adults easily. Waverly and Archer had captain-style chairs up front.
    Though they’d never used it before, Miguel eyed the smoked glass partition that could be raised between the pilots and the passengers. Possibilities for another day.
    He took the spot nearest the windows on the left side of the cabin and rested one arm along the back of the seat. Of course that meant he draped it over Sabine’s shoulders, too. At odds with the confidence and competence she exuded even at what had to be a low point in her life, her petite frame fit perfectly in the crook of his elbow. He tucked her against his side so that she could see better out his window. If that meant they snuggled while she did, he’d take one for the team.
    Together they admired the scenery as Waverly launched them into the air. They rose above the east coast of Maui. From their bird’s eye view, the Hana Highway snaked between waves and cliffs. Occasionally they caught sight of a sandy beach in a range of colors—white, red, and black—nestled into hidden coves before veering off to the west in a drastic arc that tugged at Miguel’s guts and made him want to whoop simultaneously.
    He held Sabine to him, bracing her against the G-forces. Without so much as blinking, she kept her stare glued to the landscape below. He couldn’t blame her.
    The island fascinated him with its epic variety of ecosystems. Lush on this side, practically a desert by the time you got to Ka’annapali in the northwest, although it would only take an hour to drive that far. In between, mighty Haleakala rose over ten-thousand feet above sea level, stretching into the clouds.
    “Do you think we can see the astrophysical complex from here?” Sabine asked, referring to the mass of ground-based telescopes on the peak of the volcano. Figured she’d geek out about that instead of most every other woman on the planet, who’d be satisfied with pretty colors in the sky during the legendary sunrises or sunsets seen from the peak.
    “Nah, we’re not high enough, sorry,” Waverly called from the front.
    “Ah, that’s okay.” Sabine shrugged and went back to peering around below them.
    Would she be bored with Miguel? Though he knew a shit ton about diving and the underwater world, he’d never been accused of being a genius. He’d have to distract her with some of his other skills to make up for his lack of formal education.
    With a wolfish grin on his face, he followed the direction of her gaze.
    The emerald jungle of the Iao Valley lined the edge of his sight as they swung around the south side of the volcano’s crater. If Sabine hadn’t just traversed half the globe after losing someone so important to her, Miguel would have put in a request for Waverly to buzz some of the gorgeous waterfalls at its heart.
    Below them, ash fields and scorched earth could have convinced him he’d stepped into Mordor. It was beautiful in its own way. Unusual, desolate, and stark. Beside him, Sabine nestled closer for a better view. He smiled and kissed her forehead before returning his attention to the awe-inspiring landscape.
    Zipping over Wailea and its mansions, owned by some of the most famous people in the world, they soon approached the ocean on the southwest side of the island. Gorgeous water, in a million hues of blue and