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it off. If those men die, there’ll be an
investigation, and that will only cause trouble. Please. You know how much
storms terrify me."
    She
hated to play that card, hated to show weakness of any kind around him, but it
paid off when his gaze softened.
    "Oh,
babes, I’m sorry. I’m such a bastard. I completely forgot." He sighed and
shook the rain from his hair. "I assume you’re going to stay here until
the divers are safe? You always were one to rescue strays." When she
nodded, he started up the stairs, but halted on the third. "I had your
bags delivered to your room. I’d rather that you stayed with me."
    "Me
too," she lied. They’d both agreed, to her relief, that it wouldn’t look
good to the men if the auditor bunked with one of the company bigwigs.
Technically, Sean was one of the owners, since Itor held a major share in the
company stock, but for the purpose of his mission, he was posing as a bigger
owner than he was.
    "It
won’t matter soon," he said with a cryptic smile, and once again, she
wondered about his mission here. He’d assured her that all would be revealed in
a few days, but she didn’t plan to be here that long. "Lunch will be
served in my quarters in an hour. I have the galley deliver all my meals, and
you’ll be eating with me. I’ll see you then."
    He
climbed the stairs, and she turned her attention back to the water where Wyatt
had gone in. God, she was in trouble. His presence on the installation turned a
highly dangerous mission into an impossibly dangerous one.
    I
don’t want you with other men.
    Wyatt’s
words blew through her head louder than the wind funneling through the steel
beams.
    Shit.
    She’d
been shocked to see Wyatt here, had meant to tell him they couldn’t see each
other, but when he’d caged her in his arms, all she’d wanted to do was wrap her
legs around him and let him give her just one more orgasm. She fell apart
around Wyatt, got fuzzy with lust, and somehow she had to keep a straight head.
Because Sean would kill the guy.
    Or
worse.
    Shit.
    Her
only hope was to do this thing, and do it fast. She’d spend today and tomorrow
learning the lay of the land and figuring out when to strike and how to escape.
Sean already trusted her, so getting to the machine wouldn’t be a problem.
    The
problem would be in coordinating and executing the actual theft. She’d have to
take out the team monitoring the security cameras. Then the machine’s guards.
She’d have to make sure the helicopter was on deck and that the pilot was
easily accessible. Then she’d have to hope that no one discovered anything out
of the ordinary before the pilot, probably at gunpoint, could lift off the rig.
Even once in the air, it might not be safe, as she had no idea if Sean employed
an Itor agent who could take out the helo.
    No,
she definitely did not need the complications another man would bring into the
situation. When Wyatt made it back up, she’d tell him that what they’d done at
the hotel stayed at the hotel. She had to, even though the very thought of that
night made her clothing feel too tight, too restrictive, like she needed to
shed it and join Wyatt that very second.
    Yeah,
she had to tell him to forget last night, because dammit, her sister’s life
depended on her focus. And now so did Wyatt’s.

CHAPTER Six
    Wyatt
had been free diving since BUD/s, had perfected it during SQT training and
practiced the depth, time and distance on a single breath technique every
chance he got. You just never knew when you were going to have to do some
breath-hold diving to save someone’s life.
    Like
now.
    He’d
limited his predive breathing to two breaths per minute before he’d lowered
himself into Mother Ocean, who was royally pissed in her own right, and with
his headlamp on, he readied to begin his descent into the darkening water.
    He
jackknifed, used minimum effort to move toward the bottom—stiff-legged kicks,
sleeping his way down at twice the speed he would’ve been able to