Death on Denial

DOA becomes BRB when this client goes MIA...

When I agreed to accompany my selkie boyfriend on a private boat trip, I didn't realize the invitation included a swim. In the Pacific. In November. Naked. And I certainly didn't expect to have our swim derailed the instant I got in the water—holy crap, that's c-c-cold—by a literal boatload of selkie clan leaders.

Climbing out of the water in front of them—did I mention naked? Yeah, way to make a brilliant first impression. Then things get worse: I...