Devon pointed around the pool. “Looks like stations. Some workouts, some rescue simulations. Coach Williams doesn’t believe in much variety.”

“If it’s not broken, why fix it?” Alisha repeated solemnly.

He laughed. “God, how many times did we hear that over the years?”

They sat and watched for a few minutes, the familiar routine calming the nerves she’d developed walking through the doors. “We’ll have to wait until they’re done for our training.”

Devon twisted to face her, his gaze serious as he evaluated. “Let’s talk about that. You’re here, which first off, I’m impressed. I didn’t know if you would show.”

“You told me to,” she pointed out.

“Well, you had a hot date and all, I didn’t know if—”

Whoa, that one was stopping right here. “No. No hot date. I crashed yesterday, and hard. Vincent is not a date, in any shape or form, so forget that nonsense.”

Devon stared. Alisha wiggled.

“He’s not a date,” she insisted.

Devon shrugged. “I don’t care if he is or he isn’t. I’m saying you’re here now, and that’s good. You comfortable?”

Alisha ignored the comments about Vincent and considered how she felt. “I feel some stress because I’m being judged by you. It’s a pool, Devon. I’m not afraid.”

“So being in the proximity is fine? Take your time, think it through. If you want to strip and meditate for a bit, I won’t complain.”

“God, you are so annoying.” She stared at the water, the gentle waves on the surface flashing in the increasing sunlight. “Nothing. It’s a fucking pool.”

“Sounds good to me.”

Alisha had to pause for a moment to think about what she’d said, then swung her gym bag at him as he laughed. “Try really hard to get your dick under control, even though I know it’s the larger of your two brains.”

Devon faced the water. “Well, we’re here. We may as well make it worth our while. Just to be sure.” He faced her. “I thought about it more last night, and I want to make it clear what we’ll do if something big comes up before we’re sure you’re a hundred percent. If we get a coastal call before then, I mean.”

“There’s not much odds of that situation arising, is there?” Alisha hated the note of begging in her voice. She cleared her throat, and spoke quieter, even though there was no way they could be overheard with the bedlam rising from the class. The students had switched exercises and were now egging each other on through an obstacle course around the pool. “Marcus said we’ll extend our territory, but chances are low we’ll get called out anytime soon, and even if we did, I can beg off the first situation without anyone crying foul.”

Devon sighed. “So you’ve got a bit of leeway. But, Alisha?” He turned his blue gaze on her and she was mesmerized, like a deer caught in the headlights. “If you have to call off a rescue, that’s it. That’s your last chance. If we’re not both confident you’re safe, promise me you’ll give notice. I won’t demand you tell Marcus why—you could give any excuse you want so you could eventually get back into SAR, but that seems to be the only logical solution.”

She swallowed around the lump in her throat. “You’re right—”

His instant grin made her roll her eyes, and the awkward tension faded, to be replaced with the unending pull of competition and attraction rampant between them.

“Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up, but I mean it. I submit to your master plan—I hadn’t thought it through that far, but your strategy makes sense. Only, I am completely fine, Devon. I won’t have to quit.”

“Hmm, now that sounds like the Alisha I know and love to beat at any and all challenges.” He flashed his smile again, then jerked his thumb over his shoulder toward the pool. “Ten bucks says I can finish the obstacle course they’re doing faster than you can.”

Nice.

She faced the water. The screaming had gotten louder in the past few minutes as they talked, the last of the swimmers working through the course with their entire teams egging them on. She glanced through the challenges.

He raised a brow. “What’s it going to be? You calling it quits and buying me lunch straight off?”

“Bullshit.” The instant response to Devon’s challenge came from a deeper place in her gut than she could stop.

Uncertainty had been her companion for a day. Her need to be the best had been in place a lot longer than that.

Devon rose and grabbed his gym bag. “Then I’ll meet you on deck. I’ll let Coach Williams know we want the course left out once the class is done.”

Alisha nodded and followed him, breaking off to one side to hit the women’s change room.

She was interrupted before she could clear the deck. Colin came running toward her, water dripping from his body. “Alisha. Good to see you.”

She returned his smile, then deepened her voice. “Hey, no running. You want to slip and crack your skull?”

They both laughed, glancing guiltily toward where Coach Williams and Devon were talking. Colin wiped the water from his shoulders with the towel in his hand. “You training this morning?”

She nodded. “Once you guys are done. Are you enjoying your classes?”

Colin shrugged. “First weeks are slow. Lots of review since I took summer school, but once the rest of the group gets caught up . . . What am I saying? They’ll never catch up to me.”

He winked, and it was easy to see the family connection between him and Marcus’s partner. “You are just like your sister.”

Colin made a face. “Well, she can climb and all, but hell, I’m not old and—”

“Yes? Old and what?”

Becki stood a few feet behind them, clipboard nestled in her folded arms as she gave her younger brother a dirty look.

Colin didn’t even blink. “Old and slow.”

Alisha covered her mouth to hide her grin.

Brother and sister glared at each other for a moment before Becki ignored Colin and looked over at Alisha. “Hey, you. Heard you did an awesome job yesterday.”

Alisha forced a smile. She had done well in rescuing Paul, that much was true. “Marcus has a good team. And you trained us as well.”

“That must have been before I got old and slow.”

A laugh escaped. “I don’t think either word can be applied to you.”

The students were streaming off the deck, curious glances directed their way as most of them left, whispers rising as they caught the identity of Alisha and Devon, who’d finally rejoined them.

“Coach Williams said no problem. He’s using the course for another class this afternoon, so he was leaving it set up anyway. It’s all ours.”

“You’re running the obstacle course?” Colin asked, his grin spreading wider. Alisha saw it coming from a mile away, but there was no way to stop it. With the bravado of youth and the familiarity of family, Colin poked his sister in the arm. “Bet you I can do the course faster than you.”

It was in their blood. The need for competition. The urge to be the best.

Becki adjusted her clipboard to place her fists on her hips. “You and what army?”

“Boys against the girls?” Devon suggested.

Colin’s face lit up. “Seriously? Dude—yes.”

God.

Becki turned to the change room. “Fine. Just means you get to be defeated by your sister. Again, I might add.”

“Damn.” Colin muttered it under his breath before smiling at Devon. “So, gonna help me take revenge for the last few times she’s beat me?”

Devon frowned. “How many times have you challenged her and lost?”

Colin shuffled his feet. “Five.”

“Shit.”

Becki called from the change room door. “Five times in the last week. Come on, Alisha, let’s plan our strategy.”

It was tough to remain nervous in the midst of this kind of energy and enthusiasm. Alisha cast one last glance over her shoulder, noting Devon had watched her the entire way off the deck.

* * *

He was no expert in dealing with fear, but as far as he could tell, Alisha was fine. Nothing had triggered her. In fact, she’d laughed more than a dozen times in the past few minutes as she and Becki taunted Colin and they all prepared to run the gauntlet.

She’d told him the pool wasn’t an issue. Wild anticipation and the drive to excel were the only emotions visible on her face. Reassured that Alisha was in control, Devon was able to concentrate on another important item.

Winning.

Lunch was on the line. He’d ignore the part of himself that dryly noted he won no matter what because he’d get to be with Alisha, no matter what.

Vincent wasn’t a romantic interest? Good to know that on her side. She might not be aware the guy had other ideas, but it was obvious to another man. It was time for more than testing her nerve. Devon had had enough waiting—it was time to test their sexual chemistry as well.

He pushed those thoughts aside and focused on the course. “We running one after another for total time elapsed?”

Becki straightened the edges of her bathing cap. “I propose a free-for-all. Since teamwork is supposed to be what we’re good at.”

“So you and Alisha do the course simultaneously, and we compare your time with ours?” Colin asked.

Becki shook out her arms. “Hell no, little boy. That’s not nearly exciting enough. I mean we all leave together, and see which two make it to the other end first.”

Alisha adjusted her goggles. “Sounds good to me. Ready? Go.”

The women must have discussed this in the change room, because Alisha took off with a shallow dive as Becki stepped closer to her brother and hip-checked him. Colin floundered for a moment, arms flailing in circles before gravity won and pulled him into the shallow end with an enormous splash.

Becki flashed Devon a cheeky grin before following Alisha, the surge of the dive propelling her far ahead of her brother.

The family competitiveness between them might be worse than what he and Alisha had going.

He checked that Colin was okay before following the women’s example and springing outward, cutting through the water like a knife blade. The cool water wrapped around him, a blanket supporting him as his head broke the surface, and he took a breath, glancing to see where his opponents were.

Colin would have to catch up when he could. Right now? Devon needed to cause some interference or the race would be over before they’d begun.

The first challenge was directly ahead. A mesh net they’d climb up and over. In most climbing challenges he should have had an advantage with typical superior male upper body strength. Only there was nothing typical about Alisha or Becki. They were already more than halfway up the wide net, Alisha not even bothering to place her feet on the ropes. She flowed upward like a helium balloon rising on a windless day, Becki to her right moving slower, but still increasing the distance. He reached the bottom of the net and gave it a sharp tug, shaking it violently.

The women laughed.

“Nice try, Devon, but we’re not rookies.” Alisha swung herself over the top and began the journey down the other side. Simply dropping was an option, but more dangerous, with the possibly of getting limbs tangled in the net.

Devon swarmed upward, slowly cutting the distance between himself and Becki. Colin finally hit the station, the net swinging extra hard now that there were four of them on it at the same time. Devon took a firm grip, then reached down to his partner. “Give me your hand,” he ordered Colin.

The young man clasped his fingers around Devon’s wrist and they both pulled, Colin flying up the distance quicker than he could have on his own.

“Nice one. Thanks.” They were over the top and headed down, Alisha already in the water headed toward second station, Becki on her heels.

Like some weird Wipeout setup, Coach Williams had found rollers. From one platform to the next, the only way across was via narrow, padded rollers. Devon planted his hands on the platform and pushed himself up to standing as Alisha reached the three-quarter point of her roller.

It might be evil, but it was a contest. He sprang forward and stepped on the surface, shoving the roller to the right and spinning it. Alisha struggled to keep her balance, then lost the fight, toppling to the side with a wicked splash.

Becki turned from the other side, where she’d stepped on the platform. “Dirty pool, Devon, dirty pool.”

“Teamwork comes in all sorts of styles,” he taunted as Alisha swam back to the starting platform to try again.