Chase didn't bother not grinning, because he liked bossy girls that didn't take shit. That was probably a byproduct of being more or less constantly surrounded by such girls since he was 16 years old.

She did it two more times with relative ease, at least compared to how long it had taken Chase at first, and eventually he had her turned around, facing the shore.

"Okay," he said, swimming back a few feet, treading with the absentminded ease of someone who spent a lot of their time in the water.

"Everything you'd been doing, just do it with the wave. I'll take it with you, so I'll be just a few feet away the whole time, all right?"