“You pushed me under the water,” Ellie cut in, her words razor-edged. “Huh?” Adam returned, obviously thrown. “Wait—you’re upset about that? What’d you want me to do? Let you backstroke while they were shooting at us?” “That is not what I meant,” Ellie snapped in return as she drove a finger into the flat, solid surface of his chest. The fabric of his shirt clung to him like a jellyfish. “I told you not to pull that rigidly masculine, protect-the-weaker-sex nonsense—” she began. “Rigidly…?” Adam cut in awkwardly. “—with me less than five minutes before we fell in here, and what do you do?
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