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Foamy green swells tossed the supply ship back and forth like a child’s plaything. Kayla Waterton grasped the railing and peered over the edge. She’d done her research and knew what to expect while at sea. Still, she couldn’t hide her awe at the water’s power or the secrets buried in the murky depths.

“This will keep you safe while you transfer to the other ship, Miss Waterton.” Pappy, who looked more like Santa Claus than the ship’s captain, connected a lifeline to her life jacket in case she fell into the water when she transferred to the other ship tied alongside them. “Just wish I knew what turned the water so rough all of a sudden.”

As soon as the Xmarks Explorer, a survey-and-salvage ship, had appeared on the horizon, the calm waters had turned choppy. None of the supply ship’s crew could explain why, but Kayla thought she knew the answer.

The sea was angry.

She wasn’t supposed to be in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. She’d promised her father she would stay away from the sea. If only he was here with her. But he was gone and she’d taken up where he’d left off—locating lost shipwrecks. Piecing together and solving the secrets of the past gave her such satisfaction. She found comfort reading old journals and maps, comparing cargo ledgers and insurance claims, putting the bits and pieces of research into reports for search expeditions.

And for the first time ever, she was going on an expedition herself. She couldn’t deny her excitement, even though she’d had no choice in coming. Her father’s dream had been to find the Isabella—a pirate ship of untold value lost nearly three centuries ago, but the bozo running the search expedition was looking in the wrong place, wasting valuable time and money.

“Are you ready, Miss Waterton?” Pappy asked.

Kayla nodded, but she felt less than confident. Spray from the swells hitting the ships flew through the air. She would have to walk right through the mist, but she was more worried about the waves washing over the narrow plank bridging the gap between the two ships. A shiver ran down her spine. Kayla liked reading about adventure on the high seas, not experiencing one herself.

Think about finding the Isabella, locating the lost treasure, making Daddy’s dream come true, finding the answers I need… It was only water. So what if she got wet? She could do this. She had to do this.

“We’ll bring your gear over with the supplies.”

The sooner she got to the other ship, the sooner her search for the Isabella began. Kayla smiled. “Thank you, Pappy.”

“Hold on and keep moving.” He assisted her onto the gangway. “It’s not that choppy, but whatever you do, don’t look down.”

She gripped the handrails and took a step. The plank moved up and down, following the motion of the waves. Water seeped through her shoes, wetting her socks and feet.

Don’t look down.

That hadn’t been in any of her books, but she knew good advice when she heard it.

Kayla stared at the crew standing on deck. She focused her gaze on one man with hair the color of coal. He stood out from the others. Though he was simply standing, he exuded a confidence and an arrogance Kayla found both appealing and unnerving.

With a gold hoop in his left ear, he was more pirate than white knight. It was much too easy to imagine him at the helm of the Isabella, barking orders to his crew, stealing treasures from ships sailing the Pacific and kidnapping their female passengers. No doubt he whispered seductive phrases in Spanish, if Kayla guessed his ancestry correctly, before ravishing the maidens locked in his cabin.

As if reading her mind, his dark-as-midnight eyes met hers with such intensity she almost took a step back.

She swallowed hard. Twice. It didn’t help.

Dangerous was the only way to describe him. She wouldn’t call him handsome. Not unless you liked tall-dark-ruggedly-sexy-one-hundred-percent-males. She didn’t, but her body forgot that fact. For some strange reason, her pulse picked up speed. Adrenaline? Attraction? Standing midway across the plank, she wasn’t sure of the difference right now.

The only thing she knew to do was keep moving.

Instinct told her to turn around, but she didn’t. Instead, Kayla forced herself to walk toward him. Not him, the ship. She took another step and another. Moving closer, Kayla found herself entranced, almost mesmerized, by his eyes.

Look away, look anywhere but at him.

She looked down. Right at the churning water. Oh, my…

“Watch out.”

The warning registered, but it was too late. The wave smashed into her and tossed Kayla against the rail. She hit hard against her left hip. Cold water drenched her, soaked through her clothes. Saltwater stung her eyes and filled her mouth. Despite the slippery rail, she hung on. Lifeline or not, she wasn’t taking any chances. She had researched what getting lost and rescued at sea entailed.

Strong arms lifted her and carried her onto the ship. She blinked to clear her eyes and came face-to-face with the pirate. His eyes were even darker up close. She shivered. From the cold.

“What were you doing just standing there?” Frustration—perhaps a little irritation—filled his voice. An all-American voice. No sexy foreign accent for this pirate, she realized with a twinge of disappointment. He drew his full lips into a thin line. “Do you always walk around with your head in the clouds?”

His comment brought back painful memories of being teased. She had never fit in at school. Or anywhere else. “I didn’t do it on purpose.”

“The least you could do is thank me for saving your life.”

She didn’t like his attitude, and she didn’t like being held in his arms. Her legs felt prickly. “I didn’t ask to be rescued.”

As he released her from his arms, he laughed. Her legs quivered on the rocking deck and wouldn’t support her weight. Kayla fell backward, landing with a not-so-graceful thump.

“You okay?” The tone of the pirate’s voice softened. He sounded genuine.

Not trusting her voice, she nodded. Talk about a memorable entrance. She remained seated on the wave-tossed deck and he helped her out of her life jacket. He handed her a blanket. “Here.”

She muttered thanks and dried herself. The world closed in on her, and she struggled to catch her breath. Kayla glanced up. Half a dozen men surrounded her. Not your average tenured history or archeology professor types, either. No, these guys would look more comfortable on the back of a Harley than in a classroom.

“Give the lady some room, boys,” the pirate said. “You’re crowding her.”

The men backed away, and Kayla’s breathing returned to normal. Perhaps the pirate wasn’t so dark and dangerous, after all. Perhaps he was a prince in disguise. Perhaps a gentle heart lay beneath his rough exterior….

Her legs prickled again. “I’m sorry for any inconvenience.”

“A little late for that.” His face darkened into a scowl.

Okay, he wasn’t a prince. She wasn’t a princess, so they were even. But he stood way up there, and she sat way down here. Time to lessen his height advantage. She rose and managed not to fall again despite the pin-and-needle numbness in her legs. The blanket pooled at her wet sneakers. She ignored it.

Kayla would spend the next month or two with these people—make that men. She didn’t want to start out on the wrong foot. She was a calm and cool professional. She could handle this. “Thank you for getting me on board.”

His frank appraisal made her blush. His mouth twisted. “I’m Ben Mendoza. This is my ship, my crew and my expedition.”

So he was the one in charge and looking for the Isabella in all the wrong places. Figures. All looks, no brain. At least she wasn’t itchy or shivering any longer. “I’m Kayla Water—”

“Look, Watertown—”

“It’s Waterton,” she corrected. “I realize your first impression of me might not be—”

“Why should my impression of you matter?”

She wet her lips. “Because we’ll be working together.”

He blew out a puff of air. “Now, that’s a good one.”

“I was sent here to help.”

Ben frowned. “The museum sent you to legitimize the operation and appease the investors.”

He had it all wrong. “But I’m—”

“Already a distraction.”

Kayla didn’t know what she’d done to upset him so much, but the expedition had bigger problems than searching in the wrong location. The pirate didn’t want her here. Too bad. She had the right to be here, and she was staying. Somehow she would make this work. “Mr. Mendoza, there seems to be a misunderstanding.”

“I understand things better than you think.” His eyes narrowed. “And I have one simple rule for you to understand. Stay out of our way. We have real work to do, Mrs. Waterson.”

A slap across the face would have hurt less, but she wasn’t going to let him get to her. “It’s Waterton. Ms., not Mrs.”

“Today’s our lucky day, boys,” a grizzly voice said from behind her. One of the “boys,” no doubt. “She’s…single.”

“When has that ever stopped you, Wolf?” a man with a distinctive Southern drawl asked.

The comments didn’t seem to register with Ben. “Let’s get one thing straight. I don’t care if your name is H2O. No one wants you here but the investors and the museum.”

“I wouldn’t go that far, boss,” the grizzly voice added.

Ben rolled his eyes. “But as long as you’re here, you are my responsibility, so don’t do anything stupid.”

The “again” was implied. Kayla’s mouth nearly gaped. He didn’t have a clue as to why she was here or who she was. Damn Mr. Andrews, the museum’s PR person, for not telling Ben more about her participation in the search. She imagined what his reaction would be when he learned the truth.

“Lucky me,” she murmured.

Ben frowned. “Go change.”

“I beg your pardon?”

He rolled his eyes again. This time it was directed at her. She didn’t like that any better than she liked him.

“Common sense not part of your ivory-tower curriculum?”

Her cheeks burned, but she stared him straight in the eyes. “I blew that class off the same day I skipped the course you taught on rudeness.”

He met her gaze but said nothing.

The seconds turned into a minute.

Damn Ben Mendoza. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. How was she going to work with him? Kayla could barely breathe, and she couldn’t blame it on claustrophobia. Her heart rate increased, and she felt warm. Hot, actually.

Much to her relief, he broke the silence first. “Lock the door to your cabin. My crew is all too human and you’ve already given us a sneak preview of your…wares.”

Kayla glanced at her clothes plastered to her like a second skin. Great, she was a poster girl for a wet T-shirt contest. She crossed her arms over her chest and noticed the men with leering grins and glints in their eyes. “All too human” was putting it nicely. For a highly trained technical crew of shipwreck location specialists, they were a motley bunch. Add a Jolly Roger flag to the mast, and she would be on a pirate ship.

Ben stood in front of the door to Kayla Waterton’s cabin. Twice he’d raised his hand to knock. Twice he hadn’t.

He’d given her plenty of time to dry off, change clothes and unpack. He’d used the time to chill himself. He wasn’t proud of his behavior on deck, but he’d been caught off guard.

Kayla Waterton wasn’t what Ben had expected. That bothered him. Annoyed him. Frustrated him, too.

And he’d taken it out on her.

Real smart, Mendoza.

Some pro he’d turned out to be. But he couldn’t help himself.

It was bad enough the museum had to send anyone out here in the first place. A knife in the back. Xmarks Explorers had been good enough to partner with when no one else wanted to chase down the legendary lost pirate ship. But now, after he’d made all the preparations and done all the work, they wanted to toss a ringer into the act. And not any ringer, a total looker who belonged on a catwalk and made men lose sight of what was important—their goals.

Ben Mendoza, meet your worst nightmare—Kayla Waterton.

Bulky life jacket aside, she’d stood on the gangplank looking more like a sea nymph than a maritime historian. By definition, a historian should have her hair pulled back into a tight bun, her body disguised by shapeless, gray, nonfeminine clothing and her eyes hidden behind a pair of bottle-thick glasses. He could have lived with that sort of woman on his ship. His crew, too. She would have been a pain, but she wouldn’t have been a distraction.

Unlike Kayla. She was a distraction the size of the Titanic-sinking iceberg, and twice as dangerous.

Her long blond hair shimmered even with the overcast skies. Hair like hers was supposed to be worn loose—brushing the middle of her back or a man’s chest. Contorting her hair into a tight bun would constitute a criminal act.

And those eyes…an intriguing blend of green and gray, a mixture of colors from the sea and sky. Staring into her eyes, he’d felt a moment of recognition, a sense of déja` vu. A familiar gnawing in his gut made him realize why. Kayla had a dreamy quality in her eyes. Similar to his father and his ex-wife.

The appreciative sighs and catcalls from his crew had echoed the jolt of attraction shooting through Ben the nanosecond he saw her.

But Ben had no room in his life for another good-looking, starry-eyed dreamer to mess up his hard work and his plans. He had a ship to find. He wasn’t about to fail—he couldn’t afford to. The crew and Madison were counting on him to deliver. He wasn’t going to blow this. Or let anyone else blow it for him.

Kayla Waterton had to go.

The investors and the Museum of Maritime History wanted her here. They were co-sponsors of the expedition and held the purse strings, so he wouldn’t go against their wishes. But now that she’d arrived, all Ben had to do was make her decide to leave.

An idea formed. A bit devious, but she was the one who didn’t belong here. She was the one who was going to get in their way.

Life on a salvage ship might be adventurous, romantic to some. But the reality was a far cry from images of opening a chest full of gold and jewels. A middle-of-the-night survey assignment, and Kayla would be begging to go back to the comfortable confines of her ivory-tower world.

Ben smiled. He’d make her feel like one of the crew, put her to work and watch disillusionment take over. The sooner she left his ship, the sooner he and the crew could concentrate on finding the Izzy.

He knocked. The lock bolt clicked after a few seconds and the door opened. At least she followed instructions.

Kayla stared at him. Silence stretched between them like the calm before the storm.

“Do you need anything?” he asked finally.

“No.”

She wasn’t going to make this easy for him. Okay. He deserved it. “About what happened earlier…”

She’d changed into a pair of well-worn jeans and a white shirt. Damn, she looked good. Almost as good dry as she had wet.

He leaned against the doorjamb. “I was—”

“A jerk.”

He shifted his weight. “That’s one way to put it.”

“A tyrant.”

“That’s another.” Apologizing wasn’t his strong suit. Nor was idle chitchat. But he deserved this, too. “I…I’m…”

He thought about the Izzy. Some had called the search for the ship a pipe dream, since many believed she didn’t exist. At first Ben had seen the search as nothing more than a job. But after two seasons of looking for the Izzy, the search had become more. He wasn’t about to lose funding.

No matter how he felt about Kayla Waterton, Ben couldn’t let ego or pride get in the way now. Not when he was so close to finding the lost pirate ship and her stolen treasures he could taste it. Finding the Izzy would change his life, his crew’s lives and, most important, his daughter’s life. He wouldn’t fail.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

Kayla’s brows furrowed, wrinkling her forehead. Something told Ben not to rush her. He stood and waited.

“Apology accepted.” The pink tip of her tongue darted out and wet her lower lip. “Did you want anything else?”

Besides you. The random thought hit too close to home. He hadn’t wanted anything else—anything but the Izzy—until Kayla arrived. He would have to keep his distance. Not the easiest thing to do on a ship this size, but the last thing he wanted were any personal complications that could jeopardize the expedition. “A second chance.”

Her gaze met his, and Ben’s temperature shot up ten degrees. The heat seemed to be generating between them.

She extended her hand. “Kayla Waterton.”

“Ben Mendoza.” He took her hand in his. Her skin was soft and smooth and tanned. She might spend time outdoors, but he expected the only manual labor she did was carrying books from the library. “Welcome aboard the Xmarks Explorer.”

“Daddy, Daddy.” Madison, his three-year-old daughter, barreled into him. She carried her favorite doll and constant companion, Baby Fifi. “I’m done sleeping.”

“You’re not supposed to leave your cabin by yourself.”

“But I’m done sleeping and I heard footsteps.” She grinned, and Ben smiled. Madison had him wrapped around each of her little fingers and toes. “Is this her?”

Ben stared at his daughter. Forty-odd inches of sugar, sunshine and smiles. She wasn’t a perfect child, but he wasn’t a perfect father. Together they made a pretty good pair. Loving warmth settled around his heart, as soft and comforting as Madison’s baby blanket.

“Kayla, this is my daughter, Madison.” He stepped out of the doorway. “Madison, this is Miss Waterton.”

Kayla kneeled down to Madison’s level and shook her hand. Both had long hair, but his daughter’s was as dark as Kayla’s was light. “Madison Mendoza. What beautiful alliteration.”

Madison scrunched her brows. “Alli—what?”

Kayla smiled. “You have a pretty name.”

“Thank you.”

“How old are you?”

Madison raised three fingers. “Three.” She tugged on his arm. “When does the other lady come, Daddy?”

“What other lady, princess?”

“Peyna Deass.”

Ben scratched his head. Madison was a chatterbox, but he still had trouble deciphering some of her phrases. Before he could ask her again, she slipped inside Kayla’s cabin and fiddled with a cabinet latch. “Madison, this isn’t your cabin.”

“It’s okay,” Kayla said to his surprise. “She can’t hurt anything.”

“You’d be surprised what those little fingers can get into.” He peered around Kayla. Madison played with the latch, oblivious to everything else. She was growing up so fast. Too fast. She was the main reason he wasn’t about to screw up finding the Izzy. He wouldn’t let her down.

“Figure out who she’s talking about yet?” Kayla asked.

“No,” Ben admitted. Ladies never came aboard the ship. Until Kayla.

“She’s talking about me.”

“But you’re not—”

“A pain in the ass?” Kayla whispered.

Oh, hell. He was going to have to watch his language around Madison. Normally he was better, but every so often he forgot she was three years old. He’d have to have a little talk with Madison. And one with himself, too. “Kids…”

Kayla’s eyes sparkled with laughter. So the pretty historian had a sense of humor. Why wasn’t he more relieved?

“Daddy?” Madison glanced up, her eyes wide with excitement. “When does Peyna Deass arrive? I want to roll in the hay with her.” She turned to Kayla. “Daddy says that’s what she needs to do.”

“On that note, I’d better put my little magpie back in her cage.”

“I want to see the little magpie, Daddy. Is it in your room?” Before he could say a word, Madison skipped down the passageway toward his cabin.

“She’s cute.”

“Sometimes a little too cute,” he admitted. “What she said—”

“Why don’t we make your original apology all-inclusive?”

He couldn’t believe she was letting him off so easily. “Deal.”

“Speaking of which, do you want to start over again?” A smile as wide as the Panama Canal lit up Kayla’s face, and Ben’s breath caught in his throat. She introduced herself and winked. “Third time’s the charm.”

Okay, she had a great smile and a sense of humor. Not to mention a great body and face. Not that he was interested, but it didn’t hurt to look.

“So are you going to be the lucky charm that leads us to the Izzy?”

Kayla nodded. “Most definitely.”

Over his dead body. “You sound confident.”

“I am,” she admitted. “Because I know where the Isabella is…and you don’t.”