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it.” He glanced back at Rory, a grim smile on his face. “Let’s hope she’s not afraid of wild animals.”
    “If she is, she’s going to drown.” Rory kicked his jeans off and yanked off his jacket and shirt, the winter wind instantly cutting through him like an icy dagger.
    “Found her! Port side!” Evan cranked the wheel and the boat cut hard to the left. “She’s caught in a riptide by the looks of things, and being pulled out by the current. At least you’ll be swimming with it once you get to her. I’ll get in as close as I can.”
    Rory spotted a flash of blue in the water and uttered a groan. She was still more than fifty meters from the boat, and in water this cold, she’d already be suffering from the first stages of hypothermia. It was going to be close.
    He summoned the change as he dove over the gunwale, gritting his teeth against the cold that burned his skin for a brief moment before the transformation finished. Thick fur covered bare skin as he claimed his true form, and by the time he broke the surface a few feet from the boat, he was completely comfortable. Rory drove himself upward with a thrust of his tail, trying to spot the woman he knew was somewhere beyond the waves. “She just went under and hasn’t come up yet.” Evan’s voice sounded in his mind.
    Not wasting the time to reply, Rory dove back under the water and swam as hard as he could in the direction they’d last seen her. In this form he could hold his breath for ages, and his senses were more acute underwater. He dove deep enough to escape the churning chaos of the waves and almost immediately picked out her scent and the sound of her panicked coughing. At least she’s still breathing.
    The roar of the boat’s engine faded as Rory swam toward the strangely enticing scent of the woman he needed to find. He put the enticing part firmly on pause and focused on finding her, and relief coursed through him when he spotted her treading water at the far range of his vision. He started swimming hard toward where she struggled, but another wave pushed her under before he could reach her. He covered the last few feet as quickly as he could and situated himself under her outstretched arm, using his momentum to drag her up to the surface with him.
    She clung to him weakly, too disoriented from the cold and exhaustion to do more than gasp for breath.
    “Seals again?” she finally spoke, her teeth chattering and her voice hoarse from coughing.
    With no idea what she was talking about and no way to speak to her even if he did, Rory just grabbed a mouthful of her sodden jacket and started tugging her toward the boat. He managed to keep her head above the surface when the next wave rolled beneath them, and she uttered a sob of relief as she spotted Evan steering the Storm Lord straight for them, right in the path of the current so that the tide was doing the bulk of the work of carrying them to the boat.
    Her clothes made her almost impossibly heavy to pull along, and she was too far gone with cold to manage more than a weak kick of her legs as she struggled to stay above water.
    Rory let go of her jacket to nudge her sharply with his nose, trying to rouse her from her stupor and she groaned, but this time when he grabbed ahold and pulled she managed to kick a little harder and paddle with her arms.
    As they got nearer Evan killed the engine and let the boat drift toward them to avoid injuring them when they swam for the stern. By the time Rory got her to the swim platform at the back of the boat, they were both exhausted. Evan was already leaning over and he grabbed the nearly unconscious woman by the arm and hauled her bodily up into the boat. As she vanished into the craft, Rory swam himself onto the platform and transformed, hanging onto the pitching grid as the icy water washed over his very naked ass.
    “Jesus that’s cold!”
    “Who was that?” the woman asked, her speech slurred.
    Rory ducked back down just in time for another