Catch Me If You Can
"Sorry, Ms. Davis, but it looks like you're going for a swim tonight. Make way, everyone—I want the best view."
Two bodyguards had seized me, one on each side, and as they dragged me past Jonathan, I had clung to his sleeve and begged, "Jon, I can't swim. Please, don't do that."
But Jonathan had just looked at me calmly and covered my hand for a brief moment.
"Cherry, I lost. I have to accept the punishment."
It was the middle of summer, yet a deep chill had overtaken me.
I had been thrown overboard, plunging from the cruise ship into the water. The impact had jolted my mind, and a piercing ache had throbbed in my temples as I struggled to breathe.