MARINA

"Uh-oh," Garret murmured, his deep voice dripping with a mix of genuine amusement and pure, wicked mischief.

Before I could even clear the fluid from my lungs, he closed the remaining small distance between us in a single, fluid stride. His warm palm connected gently with my back, patting me between the shoulder blades as I continued to cough and gasp.

My eyes widened to the size of saucers, the sudden warmth of his hand sending a violent, electric jolt straight down my spine. I slammed the condensation-covered glass back down onto the marble counter with a loud, wet clatter, some of the water sloshing over the rim.

Garret...