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CHAPTER FOUR

“OKAY, GUYS, THAT’S it for today. Great job, my little minnows! Don’t forget to practice your crunches and push-ups at home. Remember what we say?” A chorus of little voices joined hers. “Strong on land means strong in the sea.”

“Awesome! That’s right. You guys are smart as well as super swimmers.”

The fitness standards for a rescue swimmer were some of the most stringent in all of military service. Regulations required that they pass a monthly fitness test in order to remain on duty. The training on base, while intense, wasn’t enough. So, on her off days, she worked out. A day rarely went by when she didn’t get into the water and she liked to do it here at “her” pool, Pacific Cove’s community pool. And two or three times a week when she wasn’t on duty, she taught swimming lessons.

Six little bodies scrambled out of the pool. This group had made a ton of progress in the last few weeks. This fueled her resolve, even as it killed her that the pool she’d literally grown up in, and that she loved with all of her heart, was crumbling around her. She refused to accept what others were calling inevitable.

“Is anyone sticking around to practice today?” Aubrey had a policy that the kids could stay after class for fifteen minutes and practice what they’d learned in their lesson that day. They could practice anything, really, as long as they were in the water.

Two hands shot up into the air. One belonged to George, a shy little guy with huge brown eyes and a sweet smile featuring one front tooth. The other hand belonged to Eleanor, a tiny girl with blond pigtails and a bright purple swimsuit. Eleanor was one of her all-time favorite students, a foster child who’d been bounced around from relative to foster home her entire short life. For now, she’d found a home with stable parents who were motivated to bring her to swim lessons.

She qualified for free lessons through a program Aubrey had started for youth who couldn’t afford them otherwise. And Aubrey could see what swimming did for Eleanor because it was the same miraculous, confidence-building phenomenon she’d experienced as a child.

“Excellent, George and Eleanor. I’ll see the rest of you yahoos on Thursday?” With waves and goodbyes, the remaining crew headed toward the locker rooms.

“Do you guys want to jump off the diving board?”

“I do! I do!” This from Eleanor.

Ever cautious, George said, “I think I’ll practice treading water some more first.”

“Sounds good, buddy. You can never be too good at treading water.” Aubrey knew this was his way of gathering courage. She wouldn’t push him.

He climbed back into the pool while Eleanor hustled over to the diving board.

“Whenever you’re ready, El,” Aubrey called to the little girl.

She took a few steps, bounced on the board, sailed through the air and splashed into the water with all the force her forty-two pounds of weight could manage. She surfaced and began to swim toward the edge exactly as she’d been taught.

“Perfect!” And it was. The girl reminded her so much of herself at that age. She’d always been the first one in the water and the last one out. The first one to jump off the diving board. The first to swim across the deep end. The first to hold her breath while swimming the entire length of the pool under water...

A giggle sounded. “Can I do it again?”

“Absolutely. Good job, Georgie. You’re doing great.”

“Fearless,” a familiar voice said near her left shoulder, startling her.

“Eli, hi.”

He came around and sat beside her on the bench. “Reminds me of a girl I used to know. She would literally jump off of anything, no matter how high, as long as there was water to land in below.”

Aubrey gave him a casual smile even as her heart kicked hard against her rib cage. She focused on the pool where George was now practicing his freestyle stroke from one corner of the pool to the other.

“Really?” she said, her tone dubious.

“Really. She’s all grown up now, but I don’t think she’s changed all that much. In fact, now she jumps out of helicopters and allows herself to be lowered by cable onto sinking boats or to the sides of cliffs to help people who are stranded.”

“Wow. It sounds to me like she totally rocks.”

“Oh, she does, but...” His mouth formed into this adorable half frown as he glanced around as if to confirm no one would overhear. “Between you and me? I think she might be a little crazy.”

She couldn’t stop the smile playing on her lips even as recalling the memories tightened her chest with emotion. They used to call each other crazy after some of the stunts they’d pull together: jumping off cliffs and bridges, swimming across icy-cold rivers, exploring treacherous cliffs and caves.

His head dipped until his mouth was only a few inches from her ear. “But then, I’ve always been a little partial to crazy.”

Aubrey felt her cheeks grow warm as a blast of heat flooded her bloodstream. Apparently twelve years had done nothing to weaken her body’s response to Eli Pelletier. She was going to have to draw on her much more dependable brain when dealing with him. Luckily, her brain was stronger than her heart, and knew better than to fall under his spell. Her brain she could trust.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, glancing at him again. He didn’t appear to be here to swim, attired as he was in soft, worn jeans and a faded blue-and-gray Gonzaga Bulldogs T-shirt. His black hair was damp and he’d draped a soggy rain jacket over the bench beside him. She turned her attention toward Eleanor who was now bobbing in and out of the water like the dolphin Aubrey had nicknamed her after.

“I came here to talk to you.”

She frowned. “How did you know I’d be here?”

“Alex told me. I ran into him this morning and he mentioned that he’d talked to you. I had already stopped by your place and tried your phone. He told me you can always be found here on Tuesdays and Thursdays when you aren’t on duty.”

“That’s true.”

“You always loved teaching lessons.”

“I have. I do. Ever since Jason Redmond almost drowned in the ocean. I’ve done other stuff, but teaching the world to swim is still my goal.”

“I remember,” Eli said. “That was your...? Let me think... Second summer as a lifeguard on the beach, right?”

“Yep. I was fifteen.” The first time she’d ever done CPR on a real-life person. Changed her life.

The episode still sometimes woke her up at night. As she’d executed compressions on Jason’s cold, blue, bony chest, time had seemed to shift into slow motion. It had felt like hours before the ten-year-old finally gasped and coughed out the ocean that was literally choking the life out of him.

“And that’s when you started teaching the free lessons, right?”

“Stretch out your arms, Georgie,” she called to the little boy. “Reach really far... That’s it. Good job!

“Yes. Thanks to Betty. You remember Betty Frye, right?”

She felt like she was giving back to the pool that had helped to make her who she was. Unfortunately, she was only one person and the need was great. And because her beloved pool was falling into ruin, attendance was way down.

“Of course. Betty was great.” Betty used to run the pool and coach the swim team. The competitive swim league where she’d flourished throughout her youth had disbanded years ago.

“She was. She loved this place as much as I do. She helped me restart the program.”

Eli was looking around as if just now noticing his surroundings. “It’s looking a little sad these days, huh?”

She nodded. “Betty passed away two years after I left for the Coast Guard. The program fizzled out after her death and the pool has been on a slow decline ever since. If it wasn’t for the St. Johns, it would probably be closed already.”

He frowned. “What do you mean?”

Aubrey explained how Alex and the St. John family had made a series of donations to keep the pool open, but without the revenue it needed, it was only a matter of time before it closed for good.

“No one wants to swim here anymore. People are taking their kids to lessons in Astoria or Lancaster. Without the revenue...” She trailed off with a sigh.

“This is a tragedy. I had no idea. So many great memories here.”

The comment turned her insides to mush because she knew how those memories were intertwined with hers. She, Alex and Eli had been nearly inseparable for years and they’d spent countless hours here at the pool.

Keeping her eyes on her still-swimming charges, she smiled and said, “I don’t remember ever not knowing how to swim. I spent so much time in the water when I was a kid, I thought it was normal. I didn’t realize until I was way older that not everyone lives part-time in the water.”

“I know what you mean. When I moved here, I was happy to join you. I don’t know if I would have passed ‘A’ school on my first attempt if Dad and I hadn’t moved here—if I hadn’t met you. I give you so much credit for pushing me in that way. In a lot of ways actually.”

Aubrey felt a warmth spread through her at the comment. He’d pushed her, too. She’d had the same thoughts about him when she’d entered the brutally difficult rescue swimmer school. As the only woman in her class, she’d often told herself to imagine the guy next to her was Eli. If she could swim as far as Eli, then she could swim as far as him, too. There were days that thought had been what literally kept her afloat.

“Yeah, I kind of feel that way about you, too. So many races in this pool.”

“What’s your time these days in the 500 meter buddy tow?”

She told him.

“Wow. I still think there’s a chance you might, in fact, be part mermaid,” he teased, referring to the nickname he’d given her when they were kids. “Alex and I used to just marvel at how long you could stay under.”

Before she could respond he twisted around on the bench again. “There has to be something that can be done...” She felt heartened by his reaction. Less silly about her own plans.

“I, uh, actually have a plan.”

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his thighs. “Let’s hear it.”

“I know it probably sounds insane... You’ve heard about this Christmas contest going on in town?”

“I have. It would be tough to miss.”

“That’s good.” She grinned. “That means I’m doing my job as co-chairperson. You may or may not have also heard that I’m a little over the top about the whole thing?”

“‘Obsessed’ I believe is the term I heard.”

She gave her head a shake. “I’m sure that came from Alex. He thinks I’m nuts, even though he’s helping, albeit grudgingly. But the reason for my enthusiasm is because I plan to win.”

“You?” he repeated sarcastically. “You plan to win?”

They shared a laugh and she went on to explain her strategy. Then added, “The money isn’t enough to restore the pool to its former glory, but it’s enough to get started. I have ideas on how to raise the rest. A refurbished pool and some proper management, and I know this place could pay for itself again. I would love to get the swim team up and running and expand the swim lesson program.”

They spent a few minutes discussing the details until it was time for Eleanor and George to pack it up. She tossed each child a towel, delivered some encouraging words and watched them head for their respective locker rooms.

She could feel Eli’s eyes on her the entire time. She couldn’t help but wonder what he was thinking.

“You never said why you were looking for me.”

His expression turned sheepish. “I wanted to apologize. I, uh, kind of pushed to be deployed yesterday. I saw you down there in the water and when that piece of debris hit you, it took me back... And I couldn’t—I can’t—stand the thought of something happening to you. Apparently that hasn’t changed.”

She swallowed, but it was difficult what with the gigantic lump lodged in her throat. She tried to think of something to say. There was so much she wanted to say, she didn’t even know where to start. And yet another part of her didn’t want to say anything at all. It seemed better not to revisit their history.

“We both know friendship means more than anything in the world to me. I have always done, and will always do, anything for my friends.” Except for our friendship. Except for me, she wanted to add but didn’t, knowing how pathetic that would sound.

She blew out a breath and looked around, wanting to focus on something besides his beautiful face. It felt painful to meet his eyes. After all these years, it surprised her how much it still hurt. Because they had been friends. Best friends. And she’d relied on that—on him. Too much, she’d realized after their breakup. She’d confided in him, depended on him and, yes, she’d been young but she’d loved him with all of her heart. For seven months they’d been more than friends and she’d given him everything she had—body, mind and soul. And more. She’d promised him her future, and he’d done the same.

Except he’d changed his mind. In what seemed like the blink of an eye he’d changed his mind. He’d broken up with her, saying only that a long-distance relationship would be too difficult. The Coast Guard Academy was intense and he’d need all of his energy to focus on that. She’d understood—as much as her shattered heart had allowed her to. After all, she kept telling herself, they were both intent on their Coast Guard careers, and she still had two years of high school left. Eli did need to focus. So did she. Even though she’d hoped they could do so together.

Three days later he was gone. His dad’s transfer came through and Eli moved with him.

Within a month he was attending the Coast Guard Academy and starting a new life. Without her. And as much as that hurt, she couldn’t hate him. She’d never hated him. Mostly she’d been shocked. She couldn’t blame him for moving on, but she couldn’t help but wish he hadn’t abandoned their friendship in the process.

The reliably practical part of her kicked in again, banishing this unhelpful sappiness. He was here now and she needed to get used to that. She would get used to it. She kind of wanted to get used to it. If she could ignore the physical attraction, weed out the warm fuzzies from her heart, which shouldn’t be that tough because they served no constructive purpose, then maybe they could even get some semblance of that friendship back.

But first she needed to make something clear.

“I appreciate the apology. On some level, I even appreciate the gesture. But you cannot do it again, you know that, right? You’re lucky no one caught on. Actually, I’m the lucky one. I have to work with these guys, Eli. It’s tough enough to be a woman in this profession. I’ve earned their respect, but for any of them to think that you don’t trust my abilities? Or, even worse, that you are somehow giving me special treatment? That would be devastating to my reputation.”

* * *

ELI HADN’T INTENDED for this to happen—this revisiting of old feelings and sharing of some kind of moment. He should have anticipated the depth of feelings he’d still have for her. And why wouldn’t he, when, in typical Aubrey fashion, she was making this reunion, and his near screwup, so easy on him?

She’d done this when he’d broken up with her, too. She’d been all composed and sweet, even though he’d been able to see how much he was hurting her. No screaming or shouting or crying. Just those light green eyes brimming with unshed tears and a quaver in her voice as she’d told him she understood. She’d turned and calmly walked away, her thick blond braid swaying at her waist. It killed him even now to think about it.

In a perfect world, they would have remained friends. But he’d known, even at the time, that he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t just be friends with her. Could he be just friends with her now? Seeing as how that was the only option, he needed to figure out a way. And quickly.

Rekindling a romantic relationship was not possible. If anything, the obstacles were even bigger than they’d been twelve years ago. Back then, when he’d had to let her go, his father’s career and reputation had been on the line—as well as Aubrey’s happiness. If he’d told her all of the truth, she would have been devastated. It would have torn her family apart and shattered her happiness right along with it all.

Now that he was back, the stakes were even higher. His career was the one on the line, and he wasn’t going to let anything—or anyone—stand in his way. Not like his father had. He was going to fulfill his dreams. Not to mention that the same complications still existed surrounding Aubrey and her family. As evidenced by his actions regarding the rescue, the instinct to protect her was still as strong as ever.

She was right about her own reputation. It wouldn’t be good for her if her crew thought someone in his position doubted her. Or that he was trying to protect her by giving her special treatment.

“You’re right. It won’t happen again.”

“It better not,” she said firmly. “Or I will have to kick your butt.”

“I would be okay with that,” he shot back. “In fact, if you want to try, I’m available any night after work. Could we have dinner first?”

Her lips twitched and then she laughed.

Eli felt his heart take flight, even as he told himself to ignore the sensation. But she was just so...irresistible. She always had been. Even when they were kids and had been nothing more than friends, he’d loved being around her. She was smart, funny, athletic, driven and focused, yet she could also be a little shy. She was also adventurous to the point of being wild. Fun. Hard-core fun. They’d always had so much fun together.

And the way she was watching him now was nothing short of dangerous because, in spite of their history, and their breakup, attraction still simmered between them. Good sense told him he should get up and walk out right now.

But he couldn’t seem to stop staring at her, couldn’t quite believe he was finally sitting here next to her. And he had a chance to make things better between them. Back in the day she’d possessed a steely courage and, at some point over the years, a quiet, solid confidence had seeped in to replace the shyness she’d battled as a kid. He liked that, too.

“Aubrey, I know I should have come to you a long time ago to...explain somehow.” That was a dumb thing to say. It was unrealistic because he couldn’t really explain without giving everything away. “I should have at least tried to make things right between us. I never intended them not to be. I just... It was difficult for me to—”

“You don’t have to explain anything to me,” she answered flatly. “I get it, Eli. I got it a long time ago. We were young. Your career was important.”

He swallowed, knowing he should just let it go at that. It stung, reminding him of how deeply he’d hurt her—how much it had hurt him, too. But if he started explaining, where would he stop? No one here in Pacific Cove seemed to know about the circumstances of his dad’s transfer all those years ago. Except Aubrey’s dad.

Yep, Brian Wynn knew all about it. Still, after all these years, Eli wanted to take the man down. The only thing holding him back was the promise he’d made to his own father, and his desire to protect Susannah Wynn. Lately he’d been thinking about that, though, wondering if he could manage one without the other. Could he be satisfied by getting revenge against Brian Wynn even if the man wasn’t aware of who had extracted it?

“Look, Eli, if you’re worried about me, about something personal regarding our history affecting my job performance or making things difficult for you, I can assure you that won’t happen. My job always comes first. And I think we’ve established that it’s important for you to treat me like anyone else. I will give you the same courtesy.”

“I know that, Aubrey. Your record is impeccable. Your colleagues love you. Everyone on base respects you. I’m proud of you. You should be really proud of yourself.”

He hoped he wasn’t imagining the hint of blush on her cheeks.

She shifted on the bench to look at him. “Alex says you’re here to check up on us?”

Now she was referring to what he was “officially” doing here. The paperwork said that he and Gale were in District 13 to perform an evaluation of the base’s airborne search-and-rescue missions.

“To ensure that proper procedures are being followed.”

She stared back at him, a thoughtful expression on her face. Without her signaling distress or radioing for assistance, it was debatable as to whether he really should have gone into the water after her. No one was questioning what he’d done—yet, anyway. Still, not exactly a stellar example of what he’d just claimed he was here to do. If he was trying to maintain his distance where she was concerned, his actions had pretty much blown that, too. He needed to get his head together where she was concerned, and he needed to get his act together where his job was concerned.

This case had to come first.

His gaze traveled back to the diving board. “How many ‘rescue jumps’ do you think we practiced off that diving board?”

He ignored how her gravelly chuckle sent a jolt of heat through his bloodstream.

“Um, approximately one million and fourteen? Remember how we used to tie towels onto a swim noodle to use as our ‘survivor.’” She added air quotes.

They laughed again, reminiscing about the elaborate “rescue missions” they would invent.

“I can’t stand the thought of this place closing.” He swiveled so he was facing her again. “You think you can win this contest, huh?”

“Of course,” she answered confidently.

“How can I help?”

She smiled. “That’s really sweet, but you just got to town and all. I’m sure there are a million other things you’d rather do with your off time.”

“None of them this important,” he said, ignoring the eye-roll from his conscience. He suddenly wished his motives were as pure and selfless as hers. “I’m serious. I want to help.”

“Well, the crab races are first on the agenda. If you’re serious, I’ll give you Gabby’s number and you can ask her. I’m sure she could use the extra hands.”

Just then her newest student limped out of the locker room wearing a bright blue swimsuit and a knee brace around one leg. She lifted a hand and waved.

Eli’s gaze followed hers, along with a dose of confusion. “She looks familiar. Is that...?”

The girl held up a finger in a just-a-minute gesture.

“Danny Cruz, from the Respite?” She was grinning when she looked his way again. “Yep. I’m going to teach her how to swim.”