Liz stuffed the notebook into her backpack and turned toward the shore where Mitch stood poised to enter the water.
“Stay here,” she warned Naomi who, for once, did as she was told.
With determination to shore up her nerves, she closed the distance to her ex-husband and reached the shore as he entered the water.
“Why are you here?” she called out and held her breath for fear he was still so mad, he wouldn’t answer her, wouldn’t acknowledge her. When he faced her, the beauty of the morning light shone down on his wetsuit, and the intensity of his gaze caught and held her.
But he didn’t stop where he was. He slogged out of the thigh-deep water and kept coming until he stood only a few feet away in ankle deep water. “Dad’s birthday. A little diving. As long as I stay out of your way, right?”
Hands fisted at her sides, she kept her distance. He looked solid and strong and warmly familiar. Liz felt her stomach tighten with foreboding. “It’s the treasure. You’re going after the Lost Lake treasure, aren’t you?”
He shrugged, easy in his body, comfortable in the skintight wetsuit. “It’s not your concern any more, babe.”
He was right. What he did wasn’t her business. She unclenched her hands and forced herself to portray the same devil-may-care attitude he conveyed so well. “You’re right. So go ahead and search for the treasure. It makes no difference to me whether you live or die.”
His jaw set hard. With a final tug on the zipper of his wetsuit, he turned his back on her and strode into the water, rearranging his face mask and scuba gear before he submerged into Lost Lake.
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