Her Secret Treasure. Cindi Myers

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      ADAM LEFT SANDRA feeling more annoyed than he’d been when he arrived. Why did that damn woman always rub him the wrong way? She hadn’t been in the harbor an hour, and already it was happening—he ought to be focused on the salvage operation, and all he could think of was her.

      He never should have let himself get involved with her last fall, but she’d caught him at a weak moment. He’d told himself this summer would be different. He’d be too focused on his work here on the island to let her tempt him. But five minutes in her company and she’d proved him wrong.

      He hated complications in his life and in his work, and she was a big one, a diva who was clearly accustomed to men hopping when she said “jump.” He didn’t have the time or energy to waste on her, no matter how much his libido begged to differ.

      Instead of returning to his own yacht, he steered his Zodiac to the Caspian. The 120-foot research vessel would serve as the main workboat for the expedition, as well as home to the interns and the Murphy brothers.

      “Adam, I’m glad you’re back.” One of the interns, a twentysomething named Brent, who wore his black hair in a long ponytail, greeted him as soon as he stepped on deck. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

      “What do you need?” Adam forced himself to assume a more pleasant expression. He liked Brent and the other interns, Tessa and Charlie. They shared his passion for history and were willing to work all summer for low wages and the chance to make a little history of their own.

      “I’ve got some bad news. The magnetometer is broken.”

      “What? It can’t be.” The magnetometer measured changes in the earth’s magnetic field that indicated the presence of iron and other minerals that could point to artifacts beneath the layers of silt and sand on the ocean floor.

      Brent looked grim. “Afraid so. When we unpacked it this morning, we discovered the glass was shattered. We’ll have to send it back to Jamaica to be repaired. The captain of the Caspian already radioed for someone to come pick it up.”

      “We can’t wait for it to be repaired. Send a message for the courier to bring a new one with him.”

      “Sure. That’s a great idea.” Brent hesitated. “How should I tell them we’ll pay for it?”

      “Charge it to Merrick.” Damian Merrick, a science nut who also happened to be the heir to the Merrick semiconductor fortune, had agreed to finance the salvage of the Eve. In exchange, Adam had reluctantly agreed to send regular reports of the expedition’s progress. He’d drawn the line at having Merrick as part of the operation. It was bad enough having Sandra hanging around. He didn’t need two amateurs to babysit.

      Adam and Brent made their way to the stern, where Tessa and the Murphy brothers were sorting diving equipment and other gear. Roger Murphy looked up at their approach. He was a short, stocky figure with faded red hair that looked as if it had been styled with a machete. “Hi, Professor,” he said. “Checked the weather report?”

      “No. Why?” Adam braced himself for more bad news.

      “Looks good for the next few days, but there’s a low-pressure system building off the coast of Africa that could bring trouble later in the week.”

      “Or it could be nothing,” Adam said.

      “I make it a point to keep an eye on the weather,” Roger said. “I got caught in a hurricane off the coast of Haiti five years back and it’s not an experience I care to repeat. I was nearly killed and the expedition lost almost everything.”

      “We’ll be fine,” Adam said. “When I was here last summer, it scarcely rained.”

      “Yeah, well, that was last summer.”

      Adam made no answer. It wasn’t as if he wasn’t concerned; his research had revealed that major hurricanes had hit the island in 1850, 1910 and 1941. Even a relatively minor storm would delay their operation by days, possibly weeks. But there was nothing he could do to control the weather, so he saw no profit in fretting over it.

      “Any word on the water dredge?” he asked, changing the subject to a more pressing concern. “Is it here yet?”

      “It arrived in Kingston today,” Roger said. “It should be here day after tomorrow.”

      “We’ll have to start the survey without it,” Adam said. He addressed the interns. “Are you all ready to dive tomorrow?”

      “I can’t wait.” Tessa, the only woman on the expedition, grinned up at him. “Just the thought of seeing the wreck up close makes me so excited.”

      Charlie muttered something under his breath. Adam thought it was something along the lines of I’d like to get you excited.

      “What did you say, Charlie?” Tessa glared at him.

      Charlie coughed and reached for a weight belt from the pile on the deck. “Just that I’m excited, too. About the wreck.”

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