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his inexperience or panic.
    “Oh my God, Cat! You could have drowned,” Misty cried and once again threw her arms around Catalina.
    “I’m fine. Believe me. I just got pulled out and had to swim back.”
    The lifeguard didn’t appear to believe her as he frowned and shook his head. Gosh was she that transparent?
    Thankfully, he went to report the incident, but Misty had been like a clinging vine as she’d brought Cat to her RV and insisted on spending the night. But Cat had been adamant Misty was overreacting, reminding her friend she would be late for her date with a hottie fireman on her one night off. It had been hell getting her to leave, but Cat had just wanted to be alone to think.
    Thank God for dates.
    Catalina stepped into the shower and the warm water beat down against her pleasantly sore nipples. Gosh, not only were her nipples tender, but the harsh crash of water made them bead and harden with exquisite arousal. Actually, the silky water splashing against her skin made her flesh tingle wonderfully, as if the liquid were embracing her, hugging her, comforting her. It was weird to think about water being her friend, especially after what had happened out in the ocean.
    She shivered as she remembered looking down at herself, admiring her tentacle tattoos and imagining them coming to life.
    Maybe she had been caught in an undertow and conked her head. Maybe she had imagined her arms and legs being tentacles and mating with some half-human, tentacle man who looked like Calder. Yeah, she must have hit her head, and maybe it had been some Dorothy-in-the-Land-of-Oz adventure?
    She sighed heavily and reached for her peach-scented soap. Whatever had happened, she’d blacked out today. Twice. All this blacking out was just not normal. But both times she’d fantasized about Calder. Huh, odd . Maybe Misty was right. Maybe she should go see a doctor.
    Lathering her body, she paid particular attention to her sensitive pussy and sore ass. Triple penetrated? By tentacles? Those were crazy ideas. Really crazy. If she went to a doctor and explained what she believed had happened, she’d be thrown into a mental institution for observation or, at the very least, told to have brain tests done. Tests she just didn’t have the money for since she wasn’t even insured!
    No, she would just have to take a wait-and-see approach.
    After shampooing her hair and rinsing her soap, she turned off the faucets, slid open her glass shower door and stepped into her bathroom. Just then, she noticed a folded piece of paper lying on the floor.
    Picking it up, she unfolded it and found a credit card inside. The paper was a receipt made out to Calder for a boat slip rental. The credit card was in his name.
    Oh dear. It must have slipped out of his pants when he’d hung them up. He might need the card tomorrow. The poor guy was probably frantically looking for it.
    The receipt was dated yesterday and the marina where he supposedly was renting a slip was only about a half an hour walk up the beach.
    Huh. She should phone him, let him know she had his card.
    Wrapping a towel around her body, she treaded barefoot to the main foyer of her RV. Sitting at her bench seat, she quickly went through her files on her laptop and found the phone number he’d given her. Her heart picked up speed and she dialed his number. She wasn’t sure if she was relieved or disappointed the call went straight to voice mail. She shivered at the intoxicating sound of his deep voice. Strong and confident. Listening to him soothed her rattled nerves and, at the beep, she left a message and hung up.
    Placing the card and receipt in a nearby cupboard, she strolled back into her tattoo room, checked on the sterilization equipment and made sure everything else was okay. She stared at the footrests where Calder had placed his feet earlier today.
    It was while she’d been tattooing him the first blackout had occurred. Actually, she’d fantasized about him while tattooing. Yet