Chapter TenBoth cold, gasping for breath from the hard swim necessary to fight their way together, and lost in the North Sea—the first thing they had done was kiss.
It had been sloppy, hurried, freezing, and in moments they were battered apart except for the death grip on the front ring of each others’ vests.
But it changed Silvan’s world.
It hadn’t been a kiss of “so glad to see you.”
Their coming together had been an “Oh my god, I thought you were dead!”
It took a coordinated effort, but they deployed the raft and managed to climb in before it blew away. It was small comfort in the heavy storm—it didn’t stay dry, but at least it remained upright. Between judicious bailing and unfurling the canopy, they finally were reasonably secure.
The only way they could keep from being slammed
