“Please don’t let there be sharks in the water.” Sophie Drake looked around as she bobbed in the Pacific while straddling a surf board and trying to spy the approach of a dorsal fin.
Something brushed up against the bottom of her foot and she squealed and tried to yank her foot out of the water, but instead started to wobble back and forth on the board.
“Oh, please don’t be a shark.”
“So are you going to just sit here and bob for the rest of the afternoon or do you plan on riding some of these waves? You’re really missing out.”
Sophie turned her head and placed a hand over her eyes to shade them so she could see the guy beside her. Her eyes settled on cut abs she only thought possible after some severe Photoshop touch ups and she swallowed, trying to wet her overly dry mouth. He was every hot Hollywood guy rolled into one smoking specimen of male perfection. She mentally gave her head a shake. Yeah, she really needed to give up reading the romance novel she’d picked up at the airport on a whim; she was now waxing poetic about strangers when she really needed to worry about getting back to dry land.
Preferably before she became lunch for a cranky and hungry shark.
“Ah…” Sophie jerked again as something else brushed her foot.
“There have been some really great sets you’ve missed while you’ve been…doing whatever it is you’ve been doing.”
Something else brushed against her leg, and she shuddered while trying to swallow the scream building in the back of her throat. At the same time she curved her mouth into what she hoped was an “I’ve got this” smile.
“You sure are a twitchy little thing.” Her companion smiled. “So first time surfing Hawaiian waves?”
“Yeah, more like first time surfing period.” Sophie waved her hand toward the beach. “My surf instructor had to go do something…”
“And left you alone out here by yourself?”
“It would appear so.” Sophie kept scanning the water for the apex predator she just knew was lurking in the depths ready to gobble her up whole.
“What are you looking for?”
Sophie sighed. “Well, if you must know, sharks. I’m looking for sharks.”
The guy beside her cocked a brow and rubbed his hand over his mouth. “Ah, I see. As in you’re looking for them to…study for some scientific purpose maybe?”
Sophie frowned. “No, more like so I can avoid becoming their lunch. Duh.”
The stranger tipped his head back and let loose a laugh that was both sexy as hell and insulting. No woman wanted a man who looked like he did laughing at them.
“What’s so funny? Do you not watch Shark Week?”
“No, I can’t say that I’ve tuned into Shark Week. So the buggers get a whole week of television all to themselves huh?”
“Yes, it’s very informative and I would think someone like you would want to be aware of the dangers found in these waters.”
“Darlin’, there is danger just walking down the street.”