She stared up at him for a long while, silent, her expression blank. Then, slowly, she walked to the wet bar and poured herself a drink. He followed her, willing to tie her down and force her to listen to him. “I don’t know why she’s here or how—” Splash. He blinked, wiped a hand down his dripping face, and realized she’d just tossed her drink at him. “Oh, Dane! You should see your face,” she said with a hearty laugh, shocking him. “And seriously, that was so freaking fun. I don’t know whether I should thank you for the opportunity to check another item off my list, or do it again.