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She drew in a breath. “Thanks. Your confidence is overwhelming.”

He lifted a shoulder then reached into a cooler she hadn’t noticed before and thrust a beer toward her. “Beer?”

“Sure. Why not.” She took it and downed a good third of the bottle.

Who knew? Judging by the reaction of the SEALs, this beer might be her last. And if it was her final beer and she died tomorrow, and if it turned out it was Jonas who had planned the swim for this god forsaken island, she was definitely going to haunt him for the rest of his life.

ChapterEighteen

Stefan took a swig of the subpar coffee he’d been forced to consume that morning.

The cell phone the guys had left for him had no signal so he couldn’t even call his teammates to order in breakfast again this morning.

He’d had to make a fire, boil water and deal with the powdered stuff.

Scowling he took the cell out of his pocket again, hoping for some miracle and a few bars.

Shelly came out of her tent and dove at him, shoving his hand with the cell phone down.

“Where did you get that?” she whispered.

“The guys.”

“No phones allowed.”

“I know. That’s why they had to bring me a burner. Because your crew confiscated all our cells. Why is that again?”

“They like to keep the cast isolated and disoriented. So no contact with the outside world. No clocks or watches either so we’re never sure what time it is. In some of the shows, they wake them up at the crack of dawn with blasting music and super bright lights after keeping them up until midnight the night before.”

“Jesus.”

It sounded more fitting for torture employed by terrorists, not entertainment in the free world.

He shook his head. “Doesn’t matter anyway. No signal.” He stood and tossed the remainder of the coffee into the sand before tossing his useless cell phone into his tent.

“I guess we should get down to preparing for today. What do we know about the competition?” Stefan asked.

“Um—like what?”

“You hired them. Right? So, what are their swimming skills?” he clarified.

“The SEALs should all be strong swimmers—”

“Not talking about the SEALs. The girls. They’re the ones competing. What do you know about them?”

“Well, funny thing. The gorgeous women who applied to be on an undisclosed reality show didn’t think to include their swimming ability with their headshots.” She shot him a glance filled with attitude to match her snarky reply.

“Well, maybe next time you plan a show based on physical abilities, you should ask,” he shot back.

He visually swept the field of competitors. Flirty Barbie had donned a large orange life vest with the help of her partner who took extra time securing all the straps and buckles around her bodacious body.

It looked like he was giving her a lesson in water safety and the proper use of the life jacket. Either that or he was just enjoying the proximity of her tits.

Whatever the reason for the life vest, it probably wasn’t a bad idea. Although Stefan knew it would slow the swimmer down.

Since Shelly said she’d been on a swim team, she should have a decent stroke. And she’d be far faster cutting through the water without a life jacket.

“You got nothing else on anyone?” he asked, turning his attention back to his own partner.

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