I left behind my life as a rescue diver to ride waves. One look from Aster and I’m ready to dive headfirst into her instead. The innocent redhead washes up on my beach like trouble in a bottle. I can’t resist the siren song of a damsel in distress. She puts the a$$ in Aster. Who would have thought quarantine would be such a matchmaker? Turns out there are better things to ride than the surf.