Butch's [POV]
"Alpha!"
We all turn around and look toward the mega-raft that's floated a couple of hundred yards away from us. In the almost two hours since the ladies set sail, we haven't heard much from them except a round of giggling now and then.
"Did someone yell alpha?" I say, jerking my fishing pole up as I get another bite.
"Yeah," Nash says, sighing. "Kit. That's her call when she needs help."
I look back at the raft again as I reel up another bass. "She needs help?"
"Not emergency help," he says. "More like I'm an independent woman, but I still need you to open this jar help. They probably want to be towed back in. I'll swim out and get them."
"Seriously," I say, throwing the fish into the keeper bucket. "You've got two SEALs here, but you think the Ranger is the one to do the swimming."
"I can swim."
Alex whacks Nash's arm. "Man, don't bother. They take this swimming prowess thing seriously."
