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fish and foliage, but there was no sight of the man she sought.
    "Look down."
    She frowned at the foreign voice in her head, not understanding the source of it, but she couldn't help
    obeying it. Looking down, she spotted him just below her. Even though he was trying to swim, he was
    sinking fast...
    His long black hair danced in the water as bubbles floated around him and he waved his arms and legs
    to no avail.
    Relieved she'd found him but scared it might be too late, she headed for him as fast as she could. She
    came up behind him, then pulled his large body against hers and kicked them toward the surface.
    Good grief! The man was huge and made of solid muscle. With next to no fat on him, he was like an
    anchor in the water. It took a great deal of effort to get them to the surface.
    By the time they broke through, both of them were sputtering and coughing.
    "Hold on," she said to him. "I've got you." Even so, she half-expected him to fight against her. Most
    drowning victims did.
     
    But not him. He went limp against her as if he trusted her completely.
    Justina and Teddy were in the water already with a life preserver. Together, they got the man into the
    harness and had him hauled on board, then they followed suit.
    By the time Geary was on board the Simi again, she saw the unknown man lying on the deck, covered
    with a blanket, while Thia was giving him mouth-to-mouth. Geary couldn't see the man's face for Thia.
    "Is he dead?" Geary asked, rushing over to them as worry tore at her.
    Just as she reached his side, the man coughed up a gallon of seawater. Gasping, he turned quickly to his
    side and started hacking and wheezing while Thia pounded him on the back to help him clear his lungs.
    His slick wet skin was completely bronzed and perfect, except for the deep welts that marred his back.
    The scars were old, but even so they were prominent enough to let Geary know how much they must
    have hurt when he received them. It reminded her of the way sailors were beaten for punishment back in
    the old days.
    Why would a modern man have such scarring? Who would have beaten him like that and why?
    And he wore nothing except a thin pair of long white pants that were plastered against his perfect
    body… and they showed absolutely everything , right down to his religion and the fact that this man had
    been rather gifted in a certain department.
    He might as well be naked.
    "Now there's a man who doesn't believe in underwear, huh?" Justina said in a low tone for only Geary's
    hearing as she wrung out her hair. "Not that I'm not grateful for it. He has the nicest ass on the planet. No
    wonder Thia grabbed him for resuscitation. I wouldn't mind a little mouth-to-mouth action with that body,
    either."
    While Geary pretty much agreed with those sentiments, she didn't comment as Tory draped a blanket
    around her shoulders.
    "Hell of a fish you found there," Christof said as he brought more blankets for them. He gave one to
    Justina and Teddy.
    Ignoring him, Geary knelt down beside her catch. The man held himself up with one muscular arm as he
    continued to breathe in short, sharp gasps. His tangled wet black hair fell over his face, completely
    obscuring it from her and the others. The tendons of his hands were well defined and beautiful, which
    made her curious as to what his face would look like.
    Would it be as scarred as his back or as pristine and beautiful as the rest of him?
    "Are you okay?" she asked in Greek, assuming since they were in the Aegean that he would understand
    her better in Greek than any other language.
    He nodded as he continued to struggle to expel the water from his body. It was almost as if he wasn't
    used to his own lungs.
    His breathing ragged, he lifted his head to look at her through the strands of his wet black hair. And as
    soon as their eyes met, Geary gasped and fought the urge to cross herself and spit as she came
     
    face-to-face with the intense blue eyes of her dreams.
    It couldn't be…
    It