Without thinking, Malia moved closer, closer than fear required—the kind of instinct that only happens between two people who’ve already crossed a line.

“Who are you talking to?” she asked. Before Ray could answer, something in the water shifted—a sudden movement that snagged their attention. Without thinking, Malia moved closer, closer than fear required—the kind of instinct that only happens between two people who’ve already crossed a line. The sea heaved again. For a beat, she felt Ray more than the rising tide. She pressed her shoulder to his, her hand finding his almost unconsciously, drawn to him the way she always was when the world tilted.