The Navy Seal's Rescue. Jo Leigh

      She refrained from reminding him he’d married one of them. “I’m always careful.”

      “Don’t go yet,” the taller surfer said, moving in closer. “We haven’t even been introduced.”

      “Let me guess. You’re a surfer from New York or New Jersey who’d heard about the great surfing at Temptation Bay, and about Ronny Shaw in particular, and this is your first season on the beach, probably sharing a room at the motel with three or four of your new friends?”

      “How’d you know I was from Jersey?” he said, in an accent so thick it could paint walls.

      Cricket smiled. “You take care of him,” she said, nodding at her father. “And listen to what he says.” It was time to get away. Now, before the rest of them screwed up their courage. She wanted to take her time walking back to the hotel, and with any luck, she just might run into Wyatt.