Born Ready. Lori Wilde
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lips. Her hair lay plastered against her skin. She looked like a beguiling mermaid.
Splash, Splash. Catch of the day.
Scott ran a palm across his mouth, tasted the saltiness of desire on the back of his tongue. It was too early in the morning for thoughts like this.
Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut. She tossed her head, sent water flying over him, her legs gently threading water.
Then her indigo eyes opened.
She did not startle. In fact, she seemed utterly self-possessed. As if she’d known all along that he was watching her. Who was this woman?
Their gazes locked.
A swell of thundering heat rolled through his veins, rushed straight to his groin.
She did not smile. Did not speak. She didn’t have to. He could feel her disdain.
His head spun and a burst of adrenaline sent his pulse skipping. What the hell was this? Some kind of extreme horniness he’d never felt before?
He’d come over here to warn her off boating alone. Cockily portraying the protector. Donning his Coast Guard mien. Preparing to show off his knowledge. But one look into that enigmatic face and something shifted.
Tilted.
Suddenly, Scott couldn’t help feeling that he was the one in danger.
DOCTORAL STUDENT Jacqueline Birchard blinked water from her eyes. She was so wrapped up in her research project that she barely even registered the man floating in the kayak, her mind whirling with thoughts of the endangered Key blenny.
Everything was ready to go. A Kevlar cable laced with monitoring instruments lay anchored to a metal platform that extended from the floor of the estuary to just below the surface—that’s what she’d just dived down to check on. She had a lab set up in the waterfront apartment she rented in town for the summer and she was receiving constant satellite feed from the underwater equipment. She had minimized all her obligations for complete immersion into this independent research project for her doctorial dissertation.
This was it. The time had come at last.
Jackie hovered on the verge of making her mark as a marine biologist and proving to her father, once and for all, that she was worthy of the name Birchard. Her success hinged on finding the elusive Key blenny.
The man with movie star good looks cleared his throat.
Jackie slid her hand over her face, dispersing the water. She had never much liked handsome men. By and large they cared too much about what people thought of them. Got too caught up in appearances. She had no patience for vanity or idle chitchat. Life was too precious to waste on the insubstantial. The planet was in trouble. Mother Earth in pain. Global warming threatened the oceans. Mankind was rapidly working to do itself in.
She was on a mission to save the world, and with it, her relationship with her father. She had no time for pleasantries. This guy was in her way.
“Hi,” he said. “I’m Scott Everly.”
Annoyed at being interrupted, Jackie glowered. Ugh. It was just her bad luck to stumble across some idiotic tourist at seven o’clock in the morning. If he asked her a stupid question, she might have to hurt him. “Bully for you.”
Instead of putting him off as she intended, her curt comment brought an enigmatic smile to his lips. Good God, was he trying to charm her? Seriously?
“What are you doing?” he asked, earnest as a golden retriever.
Oh, she was going to ignore that. Ignore him. This was not Oceanography 101. She had no obligation to tell him anything. She turned and swam toward her boat.
“There are bull sharks in the mangrove channels.”
“Uh-huh,” she said absentmindedly, her thoughts already back on the Key blenny.
“That doesn’t scare you?”
Go away. “Nope.”
“Why not?”
“Incidents of shark attacks are actually quite low,” she said. “If you look at statistics, in Florida you’re ten times more likely to be hit by lightning.”
“But bull sharks are one of the most aggressive species, right behind great white and tiger sharks.”
“Been watching a lot of shark week on the Discovery Channel, have you?”
He grinned. It was the kind of charismatic, come-hither grin that would have weakened the knees of most women, but not Jackie. “What if I have?”
“I’d say, don’t believe everything you hear on TV.”
He gave a fake gasp. “No?”
“Bull sharks are declining in number in Key West.”
“Really?”
She shrugged. “People fish them for their meat, hides and oils.”
“Are you a vegan?”
“No.”
He cocked his head. “You’re different.”
Jackie rolled her eyes. Her toe found the submerged step at the back of her boat and she pulled herself up, knowing all the while he was staring at her butt.
Don’t look at him. Don’t encourage him.
She had an urge to readjust her swimsuit bottom but she didn’t do that, either. No need to call even more attention to her ass.
But she couldn’t quite resist taking a small peek over her shoulder. Not because he intrigued her. Because he didn’t. Not at all. Jackie lived in her head, not her body. She was not one of those women always looking for the next guy to hook up with. Sex was fine for what it was worth, but when mixed with emotion, it invariably turned into a big hairy mess. She had no time or patience for that kind of drama.
And Mr. Perky over there looked like he was totally into the games people play.
He had a bright face, as welcoming and shiny as the morning sun. He possessed tanned skin and startlingly white teeth. His chocolate-brown hair was cut in a short, well-kept style, a poster boy for the healthy island lifestyle. He looked as wholesome as orange juice. It was enough to give a cynical woman the heebie-jeebies.
“Do you need help with anything?” he asked.
Back off, Skippee. “No.”
She purposefully pulled up the white plastic milk jug she’d used as a buoy to mark this spot the previous day. It helped her find her way back, but she didn’t want to advertise the location. The last thing she needed was some nosy tourist like Skippee here mucking with the expensive instruments she’d borrowed from the University of California. Which was why she was pulling up the milk jug. She would trade it out for a smaller, more inconspicuous buoy once Skippee left.
“You do realize that while the seclusion is peaceful, it’s really not a good idea to go boating and swimming alone. Bad things could happen and there would be no one here to help,” he said ominously.
Jackie didn’t scare easily. Living twenty-six years with Dr. Jack Birchard cured her of that. But this guy was starting to creep her out. “I have a cell phone. I can call the Coast Guard.”
“What if you severed an artery? They couldn’t get here in time to save you.”
“The bull sharks again?”
“There’s human predators, as well.”
Normally, whenever she was unsettled, she withdrew into her mind, where she kept a rich supply of knowledge and fantasies to ruminate over. That skill helped her survive a childhood of an absentee mother and a demanding, famous father with standards as high as the moon.
But whenever she was cornered—as she was now; she couldn’t exactly go off and leave