be moving safely back to shore. Because Shane wasn’t only his strapping little brother.
He was Jack’s best friend in all the world.
Four more strokes and he reached her. The child should’ve looked terrified, but instead a strange peace filled her eyes. “Get on my back!”
Jack could swim for hours without getting tired, but this was different. Between the current and the child about to drown and Shane… Jack felt himself gasping for air. Calm, he told himself. The little girl was slipping under, so he lifted her out of the water and slid her on his back. Her pale blond hair clung to her face, and she didn’t blink, didn’t grab on to him.
Like she’d rather drown.
“Hey! Listen!” With a burst of strength he pulled her higher toward his shoulders. “Hold on!” What about Shane? Was he back on the beach? Had he turned around? Jack yelled so the child could hear him. “Don’t let go!”
“O-o-o-k-kay.” She was shivering. Definitely in shock. But she was clinging to him now.
The girl didn’t weigh much, so Jack quickly turned around and began swimming to shore. The whole time—with every stroke—he searched the beach for Shane. Come on, Brother. Where are you? God, where is he?
Suddenly the girl began crying out. “Mama!” she screamed. “Come get me, Mama!”
Jack was working too hard to tell her everything was going to be okay. Her mother was waiting for her on the shore. But what about Shane?
“Daniel!” The girl was screaming again. “Don’t leave without me!”
Poor kid. Jack could feel her shaking. Probably terrified. Another few seconds and she wouldn’t have made it. He gritted his teeth and kept swimming. He could see his parents now and more people. The group of them formed a circle and they were looking at something on the sand.
He couldn’t make it out. A sea turtle or was it the little girl’s brother? A boy named Daniel? Another sweeping look across the beach and still he couldn’t see Shane. His brother had to be there, standing in the circle. Looking at whatever was on the sand.
He might not have been a strong swimmer, but he could make his way back to shore. Of course he could.
Eight yards, six… four. And finally Jack could feel the ocean floor beneath his feet. Even then the girl didn’t weigh anything. He took hold of her legs and she grabbed on to his shoulders as Jack walked through the water to the shore.
The girl’s mother saw them and she screamed again. “Eliza! I’m here!”
“No.” A faint cry came from the child. “No! Mama!”
“Your mama’s coming.” Jack was shivering now. Where was Shane? And what was everyone looking at on the shore?
Sirens screamed from just down the beach, an ambulance and fire truck coming their way. What was happening? He looked over his shoulder at the child. “We’re almost to your mother.”
“No! Mama, come get me!” She sounded more afraid now than she’d been out at sea. Like she was delirious. “Daniel, I’m here!”
The little girl was still in shock. That had to be it. Jack was in ankle-deep water when he slid the girl into his arms and carried her up the sand to the woman. Later he would remember that something didn’t add up. The woman looked more angry than fearful. And the two big guys standing just up the shore had machine guns.
Was the child an heiress from some European country? Were those her bodyguards? Whatever the situation, the little girl didn’t want to go to her mother. Jack still cradled her in his arms and now he felt her go limp. “Here.” He handed her to the woman. “She’s fine.”
But what about his brother? “Shane!” His yell sounded like a guttural cry. “Shane, where are you?”
Without waiting for the girl’s mother to say anything, Jack ran up the beach to the spot where a dozen people were gathered. The ambulance was parked now and paramedics were running out with a stretcher. Running straight toward the circle of people on the sand.
A stretcher? Jack’s heart began to pound. He felt like he was running through wet cement. Faster, he ordered himself. Who’s in that circle? And then between the legs of his parents he saw that it was a boy. A teenage boy.
And he saw Shane’s short dark hair and his rugged face. But his eyes were closed. Why was he sleeping? Here on the beach?
“Shane!” And suddenly everything slowed down. The roar of the angry ocean waves and the sirens from