Chapter 33. Mini Yellow Bikini

Catherine’s POV

“Swim?” I asked. “I don’t…”

Sam held out my yellow bikini, and I gasped, blushing.

“You saying,” Sam asked, moving his eyebrows up and down. “You can swim, can’t you?”

“Yes, but…”

I didn’t bargain for swimming today. It’s not that I can’t; it’s that I can. I learned to help myself in and out of a pool at the rehabilitation centers. Swimming helped, and I enjoyed it. That was the only place I felt I could move freely without anyone’s help.

“I will help you get dressed,” Sam said, and Grey growled at him.

“Stop it, Sam!” Colt ordered. “Go! Now! Cool off, you too, Grey! Go!”

“But..!” Sam started to argue, but Grey grabbed him around the neck and pushed him toward the water.

“That was intense,” I said, wide-eyed.

“Don’t mind Sam,” Colt said. “He’s the youngest and dumbest among us. Grey, and I still don’t know how he ended up as the third pup in my mother’s womb. I am sure he was swapped in the hospital.”