Saved By The Greek Doctor (Greek Gods #3) - Holly Rayner Page 0,3

shut her eyes again, I started to get nervous. Because even though she wasn’t heading toward shore, or me, sailing with your eyes closed isn’t what I would have called a smart decision. This area had a lot of reefs out in the water that could pop up when you were least expecting it, and no of the tourists who came here seemed to realize that.

I could see by the way the woman handled herself that she was decent at sailing on her own, which put her head and shoulders above most tourists, but that whole closing her eyes thing… No. Not okay.

At that moment, her eyes popped open and she put a hand to her forehead, frowning. She did something that looked like she was counting on her fingers, and then she put her hand to her forehead again.

Then she looked up and looked right at me, her blue eyes meeting mine and going wide for several seconds before she took two steps forward, fainted… and fell right off the boat.

The sea chose that moment to put a reef in her boat’s way, and the boat hit the rocks with a resounding crack, the wood of its hull splintering with both the speed and the sudden application of rocks.

I didn’t stop to watch whether the boat managed to remain afloat. The boat was no longer my problem.

My eyes were on the woman in the water.

She wasn’t swimming or struggling, and I knew what that meant: she was out cold.

If no one stepped in to save her, she’d drown in no time flat.

I glanced at my boat, my mind churning through the options, but realized within seconds that it would take too long to get it prepped and ready. And besides, it was a sailboat, not a speedboat. The speedboat was up in dry dock in the boathouse to my left. Neither was an option—because both would take too long to ready.

I had to get to that woman now, or she was going to drown. And I wasn’t going to let that happen on my watch. Even if it was partially her own fault for having closed her eyes while sailing.

Moving swiftly, I stripped out of my shorts and then ripped my shirt off, not caring for the buttons or seams. I would swim faster without the clothes to drag me down.

And then I went knifing into the water, praying that I’d make it to that woman before it was too late.

Chapter 3

Nikos

The water was cold, thanks to the extremely early morning, and I fought the urge to take in a deep breath of shock once I entered it. I’d done that once, when I was younger. Jumped into surprisingly cold water and been so surprised that I’d sucked down an entire gulp of it. It had been so unpleasant that I’d made it a point never to do it again. And I’d mostly succeeded with that.

And also, right now was no time to be thinking about childhood memories.

I got to the surface and looked around for long enough to get my bearings. The woman was still floating, not moving at all. Her boat was stuck on the reef, which was a small miracle since it meant I didn’t have to worry about the wreckage coming down and taking the woman with it.

Having figured out what direction I needed to go in, I began swimming that way as quickly as I could. Miraculously, the woman was still on her back, which meant she at least had the air above her to breathe, and the high salt content in the water here would keep her afloat for the time being, with as relaxed as she was.

But all it would take was one wave crashing over her or debris from the boat coming along to break the surface tension, and she’d start to sink.

I couldn’t afford for that to happen. Not because I knew the girl or had any personal responsibility for what had just happened to her. But because when you saw a woman thrown from her boat and into the water, unconscious, you saved her.

That didn’t even take serious thought.

I got to her a minute or so later. Treading water with my legs, I reached out and took her into my arms, supporting her weight and keeping her head above the water.

A quick check to her throat told me that she was indeed still breathing and had a pulse—a good start. And the lack of blood in the water told