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renewed interest. He gulped down another mouthful, almost hitting the pontoon at the sight.
    That’s what I’m talking about. Her breasts were so goddamn perfect they would’ve seemed airbrushed, were it not for the slight jiggle as her boat bobbed over the roughening waves, nearing the marina exit and heading toward the open sea.
    She looked out toward the horizon, a coy smile on her face. Shane’s cock tightened as she began to slather some lotion over her breasts and flat tummy.
    This chick was heavenly. And judging by the way she swayed and pouted, she also fucked like an angel—a very rare talent in his vast experience.
    “You need to choose one girl and stick to her, mate,” Alfie would say. “And cut the booze. If you keep this up, you’re not going to make it to your thirty-seventh birthday.”
    Olivia had only been a sweet and beautiful twenty-nine. Much too good for a rogue like himself. He had worked hard to give her a decent living, and now that he’d obtained success, he’d lost her, all he’d ever really wanted.
    Through his alcoholic haze, Shane turned his head toward a loud buzzing sound to see a speedboat making its way toward them.
    The hair on the back of his neck stood to attention as an alarming sense of déjà vu spread through him like burning acid. The brunette whirled around and the look on her face was the same Olivia had a moment before the bullets hit her.
    Shane jolted as the sound of a gunshot reverberated across the bright summer sky.
    The brunette lurched and slipped into the water like she’d never existed and the speedboat fled faster than it had appeared.
    “Fuck!” Shane swore as he jumped in after her, that same feeling of déjà vu propelling him down into the dark waters, as deep as he could go in one breath.
    Hang on! his mind screamed, louder than the rush of water in his ears. He’d give up Jack and dicking around—anything, to get her out alive. If he hadn’t been able to save Olivia, then he owed it to her to save this girl. She’d want him to do the decent thing. The heroic act. Save this woman.
    The strong current pushed her away from him, further and further down. He hoped fate, or whatever decided between life and death, would be on his side at least this once.
    Through the dark depths, he spotted her further below, suspended, arms bent and outstretched, like a ballerina in a broken music box, her long, black hair swirling about her like tentacles. And then the chanting began. Soft but distinct as it had been the first time he heard it fourteen months ago when Olivia had disappeared. The sound seemed to be emanating from her.
    He fought his way closer, but had lost precious seconds during which she had swallowed water, and he, too, despaired for another breath. Still only a few feet separated them, but it seemed to be taking him forever to close the short distance. He could see her features clearly, the beautiful brow, the high cheekbones, and the mouth that had been violated by the sea.
    Shane’s body shook with a stab of excruciating pain as the water pressure increased, and his chest squeezed the air out of his lungs. He ignored the screaming of his body and brain begging for air, and stretched every muscle toward her, fighting the instinct to open his mouth in search of oxygen.
    As he reached down, a familiar image flashed before his eyes. Lately his mind enjoyed playing tricks on him, reminding him of how miserably he’d failed to save his wife from these same waters. Olivia? Or was it her ghost, still trapped down there, haunting him for having abandoned her?
    This couldn’t happen again. No way. A few more feet and he could touch her.
    As his mind formulated this thought, his body coiled and flexed, catching the girl by the wrist, and pulling her up, as if in a slow, delicate dance. Shivers chased down his spine like when, as a kid, he dreamed his grandmother had come to visit him from the dead. He had the same sensation of being watched. Or was it