"Because you can't control everything, Joe," I say quietly, not daring to take my eyes off of his face. I inhale sharply, a deep sniff, and try and set myself back in order. I didn't believe him when he said those three words before. Maybe now I do. Maybe it just took time to sink in. Bullshit, though. I know he loves me. I believed it then, too.

I slip away from him, my body going, and I stare at him blearily. "Five miles offshore," I repeat quietly. "Sharks, they think."