After endless hours of going over the events in her head, Christina came to the conclusion of her rescuers’ identity. It had to be Remington Cantrell. The blue eyed, tanned swim God she’d first seen on her tour of the campus. His eyes were gorgeous and she’d never seen a color so pure before. If she was wrong then she’d have egg on her face and feel like a complete ass for even assuming he’d talk to her let alone pull her from a certain death. But if she was right then she had to thank him for what he did and let him know how much she appreciated his act of heroism.
