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I – on the other fin – am still very pissed about all the shit I was accused of, and pretty flowers and my favorite game and extra sugar are not going to distract me from how deep his bites got.
The damage they managed to do.
This wasn’t an accidental Caribbean reef shark encounter where I provoked him, and he defensively bit back.
No.
This was a total Oceanic Whitetip incident.
Aggressive and unpredicted.
I was a helpless diver who thought she was in safe waters.
I won’t be making that mistake again.
Especially not with him.
Post picking up a cookie, pretty boy – who I swear has the same build as my favorite Lawson brother – extends his free hand in my direction. “Calen.” Our palms connecting precedes him adding, “Calen Connelly.”
“Brynley Winters.”
“The new tour chick, right?” The instant our grips respectively fall, he flashes me a wider grin. “The one that had to remind Heidi’s assistant – I never remember her name – about the fact that hammerhead’s have a blind spot at the front of their nose, which was why the little guy was having trouble eating.”
Irritation can’t be kept out of my tone, “How the fuck do you not know that in her department?”
Another light laugh hits my ears. “You’re also the one who explained to that group of elementary school kids about hammerheads developing a tolerance to stingray barbs, describing hammerheads as having superpowers in the ocean, which then led to those same kids wiping out that toy section in the gift shop.”
It’s impossible not to arrogantly smirk.
That was Monday.
And the reason my “two-week training” was ended early.
I clearly didn’t need any more supervision.
Calen has a bite of the cookie in his possession. “You really know you’re shit.”
“I know enough.” He chuckles once more prompting me to inquire, “What about you? Where do you work?”
“R&R.”
“Research and rescue?!”
“Where you clearly wanna be.”
There’s no point in hiding the evidence to that statement. “A hundred percent.”
“You swim?”
He begins to head for the door with me attached to his side. “Like a shortfin Mako.”
“Ever worked in the field before?”
“No,” reluctantly leaves my lips, “but it doesn’t mean I can’t.”
“You know shit about other marine life besides sharks?”
“What I don’t know I can learn.”
