Quarantine and Chill by Regina Wade

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.
Aster and I are about to spend the next week locked away from the world.
But after this quarantine ends?
I don’t plan on ever letting her go.