Paradise Nights: Taken by the Bad Boy. Kelly Hunter

not too close.

      ‘His hand moved,’ muttered Serena.

      Not moved, thought Pete grimly. Slipped.

      ‘He’s letting go,’ said Chloe, wrenching a life-jacket from beneath her seat and opening the door.

      ‘What are you doing?’ Pete swivelled round in his seat to glare at her.

      ‘Chloe—’ began Serena, unbuckling her own seat belt.

      Chloe ignored them both, tugging the inflator tag on the lifejacket and hurling it out and down. Pete watched the life-jacket settle on the water a good fifty metres away from the target.