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wrong."
    Trembling violently, she clung to him. "Off the ocean," she gasped. "Get me away from the ocean—off this boat."
    "What the—? This is my yacht, Serendipity , and she's entirely seaworthy. Nothing's going to happen to you here."
    Tessa burst into tears, involuntarily digging her nails through the nubby white cotton of his sweater, into his arms. "I want off," she begged. "Now!"
    "All right." He stroked her hair. "Let go of me so I can get the launch."
    She managed to unclamp her fingers, and he rose. Arms wrapped around herself, she huddled on the deck, trapped in the nightmare that had haunted her since age six. She squeezed her eyes shut, struggling to breathe.
    "Hang tight, sweetheart." His footsteps faded. Thumps, a metallic clang and a dull bang sounded. Minutes later, he returned. "I take it you don't swim."
    She shuddered.
    "Yeah, big surprise. Put this on." He helped her into a neon orange lifejacket. "All set, let's go."
    "Aren't you going to wear one?" she gasped.
    "I'm more at home in the water than in my own bedroom." He chuckled. "And I've got the big ol ' frog's feet to prove it."
    With his hands supporting her, she pushed upright on wobbly legs. He urged her toward the rail. She caught sight of the dark, churning water and jerked to a stop, digging in her heels.
    "Tessa," Gabe spoke with quiet patience. "The only way to get to dry land is to climb into the launch."
    "I can't." Caught between two agonizing, impossible choices and crazed with terror, she whimpered. "Hit me."
    "What?"
    "Hit me; knock me out. I'll never make it to shore."
    He sighed. "Close your eyes."
    Desperate, she obeyed. But instead of the blow she expected, he swept her up into his arms.
    "I've never hit a woman in my life, and I'm not about to start with you," his satin voice murmured into her ear. "Even we bank robbers have our principles. Hang on."
    Eyelids squeezed tight, she clung to him. His rock-hard biceps bunched, a door creaked, and then holding her with one arm, he stepped downward. The splashing grew louder. He lowered her to a cold metal bench that rocked wildly. She gripped the edge so hard her fingers ached.
    "Keep those eyes shut," he commanded before moving away.
    Ragged breaths raced in and out of her dry throat, but she obeyed, even as a new round of sobs shook her.
    The motor chugged on. Gabe's warm, solid body pressed against her side. She eased her eyes open and he slid one arm around her. As the boat leapt forward, the sharp sea breeze slapped her face. Shaking, she flung her arms around his neck and buried her face in his shoulder, clinging to him.
    "It's all right," he murmured. He stroked her back in a soothing caress. "When I was a little boy and I would wake up scared in the night, you know what my foster mom did?"
    She gulped down her sobs and pulled away to gaze up at him.
    "She used to give me kisses to hold in my hand. That way, I always had her love with me." He touched his soft lips to her forehead in a sweet, comforting kiss.
    Her fear receded, replaced by a shocking awareness of the man holding her so protectively.
    The boat leapt upward, then plunged sickeningly down. The bow crashed through a huge swell and icy spray stung her skin. She lurched sideways, an involuntary scream bursting out.
    Gabe's arm tightened around her. "Whoa, it's okay."
    She huddled in his encircling arms as he whispered words of comfort, until the boat finally slowed and he moored alongside a weathered wooden dock. He jumped to the pier and lifted her out beside him, but her trembling legs collapsed. Holding her, he sank to the dock and pulled her into his lap. "You're safe, sweetheart," he murmured, tugging the lifejacket off.
    She let him hold her until the tight bands around her chest eased and the sick, shaky feeling faded. "Now, what was that all about?"
    "I'm afraid of the water."
    "No kidding." He brushed her damp hair away from her face, the clasp that had held her curls in order long gone. "Why?"
    " Wh - when I