Skinny Dip
Chapter One
At the stroke of eleven on a cool April night, a woman named Joey
Perrone went overboard from a luxury deck of the cruise liner M.V.
Sun Duchess. Plunging toward the dark Atlantic, Joey was too
dumbfounded to panic.
I married an asshole, she thought, knifing headfirst into the waves.
The impact tore off her silk skirt, blouse, panties, wristwatch and
sandals, but Joey remained conscious and alert. Of course she did.
She had been co-captain of her college swim team, a biographical
nugget that her husband obviously had forgotten.
Bobbing in its fizzy wake, Joey watched the gaily lit Sun Duchess
continue steaming away at twenty nautical miles per hour. Evidently
only one of the other 2,049 passengers was aware of what had
happened, and he wasn't telling anybody.
Bastard, Joey thought.
She noticed that her bra was down around her waist, and she wriggled
free of it. To the west, under a canopy of soft amber light, the
coast of Florida was visible. Joey began to swim.
The water of the Gulf Stream was slightly warmer than the air, but a
brisk northeasterly wind had kicked up a messy and uncomfortable
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