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TWENTY-EIGHT FALLON “Is it cold?” I ask, and Milo all but growls at me. If looks could kill, I wouldn’t mind dying by this man’s dark, seductive gaze. He splashes me. “It’s heated, and you’re a brat.” I shrug before moving toward the bar area, not intending to get in the water. I was never one for swimming, not because I couldn’t, just not something I enjoyed much since we were always on alert with Emma. However, before I reach the bar area, an arm snakes around my waist, and I shudder when I am pulled back against his chest. “You ruined my phone,” he murmurs, setting it on the bar area. “I’m sure you can afford another,” I tell him, and he laughs when his grip grows tighter. He starts dragging me back toward the water’s edge. He then falls in with me and I shriek as we plummet into the icy depths. The air is suddenly knocked from my lungs at the cold rush that washes through me, and I scramble back up for air. “You lied, it’s freaking cold!” I sputter, coming up for air, and he laughs