I saw a boy face down in the ocean.
Okay, it wasn't as bad as I'd just described it.
But still. From where I was standing, it looked pretty bad.
He was passed out, and half of his body was out on the sand. The other half was covered by the overlapping waves of the ocean. And he was shirtless-it's kind of awkward hauling a half-naked unconscious guy onto shore (even it kind of is my job).
But I found it really hard to keep calm, because that's when I saw he didn't have shorts on.
Shoot. He was naked. Exposed.
Eighteen-year-old Fi is a kind-of lifeguard: other than being a little scared of the ocean and more often than not late to her shifts, she's almost as good as every other lifeguard on the beach. In addition to that, she's also managed to snag the job on the county's voted safest beach. That means sneaking out through the back to grab ice cream at the pier or falling asleep on the job would hardly make a difference.
That is, until she finds Sandon, an extremely attractive boy lying face down on the beach.
Sandon-tall, attractive and unmistakably half-fish-is a rebellious runaway. Known for his painstakingly high accounts of collateral damage he makes from messing around in the ocean, there are people-both good and bad-after him. With nowhere else to go, Sandon makes his way up to where he thinks no one can find him: up to the beach.
And when two delinquents are forced to work together to keep from getting caught, they find that it's a whole lot harder to get along when they've got the entire ocean chasing after them.
Previously known as Fishboy