The Masters Men Collection Part 2 Box Set

The

Masters Men

Collection

Part 2

Books 5-7

Published by Sandra S. Kerns, LLC

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Copyright 2015 Sandra S. Kerns

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Her Master Diver

The Masters Men Series

Book 5

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

To June, my friend, who without her outside of the box thinking, Blaze would not have the interesting career she does. Her willingness to do computer research for me was how I found the shipwreck information and career information I needed. Thank you, June!

As I was researching shipwrecks, I found an interesting man who was generous with both his knowledge and spirit. A special thank you goes out to Dr. John de Bry, PhD, Director for the Center for Historical Archaeology, and his wife who graciously invited me into their home. John was patient and made my research experience one to remember by allowing me to ask all the questions my heart desired. I wouldn’t have half the information I needed without them. The twinkle in John’s eyes when he spoke of La Trinité added to the enjoyment I had while writing this story.

Prologue

She leaned against the desk and smiled down at the professor. How he got a PhD in anything she couldn’t imagine. He was dense as a petrified rock. The comparison was fitting since he was an archaeologist, or at least that’s what his credentials said. She thought the female doctoral student he’d inherited after her advisor died had more on the ball than the man in front of her did. Still, he was the one who could get her what she wanted.

This is perfect, darling, she said, trailing a blood-red fingernail down the side of his face.

I thought we were going to dive for the Santissima Concepcion, he said as he licked his lips.

She noticed how, his eyes never made it to her face. He might be questioning her, but his arguments would be minimal. The man was such an easy mark it was almost criminal to take advantage. Then again, she was a criminal, so it didn’t really matter.

We are, but this way we don’t have to worry about all the red tape. If you can talk the dean into getting us on the dive for La Trinité, we can piggy back and not worry about the rest, she said moving behind him. She leaned closer, stroking her hands down his flabby chest. At least, this way she didn’t have to watch him salivate while she worked her magic. She had to stop herself from recoiling when he reached behind the chair and slid his hand up her thigh.

The people on the project are going to be serious archaeologists and master divers. I’m not sure I’ll be able to slip away unnoticed.

Your job is to get us on that boat and to make sure Collins is on it as well. She could come in handy. The rest, you leave to me, she said, thinking about the other things she’d already done to make this acquisition happen. Killing the first man she had tried to talk into a partnership jumped to the forefront of her mind. That had been very satisfying. The self-righteous prick had it coming. The way he looked down at her ambitions had been infuriating. She refocused on the job at hand.

I’m not, he paused as she dipped her hand lower. Not sure how I can do that. The dean is, um, uh, difficult.

The man was so easy, she thought listening to his labored breathing. She nipped his ear before whispering in it.

Tell him you want to do it to honor Gaston. He’d love that, wouldn’t he? She increased the pressure and speed of her hand.

Yes, yes!

Chapter One

Blaze wanted to scream when she glanced at the display on her cell phone. He had to be kidding. Hadn’t he gotten in enough digs today? She hadn’t even unpacked. Hell, she’d barely gotten in the door. Taking a deep breath, she pushed accept and greeted the caller with saccharine sweetness.

Lazaro, what can I do for you?

I don’t care how you wheedled your way onto my project, but you’d better be prepared. This is important. I won’t have some newbie screwing it up.

So much for the sweet approach, she thought.

"Excuse me? I didn’t screw anything up on the project and you know it. You were there."

Don’t play dumb, Collins, it doesn’t suit you. I mean the expedition planned to dive for La Trinité. I’ve been working on this for years. We finally have all the backing and approval we need. I will not have all that work wasted by someone playing archaeologist.

Blaze stared at the phone. What?

First, I’m not playing at being an archaeologist, I am one. I may not have my PhD yet, but I take my work very seriously. Second, I don’t know anything about this expedition. She left the, but I’d like to, part out.

Are you trying to tell me you just happened to get a job with L.A.M.P and it had nothing to do with this? Lazaro bellowed through the phone. Get real. Your purpose for taking a sabbatical and being here is to get your advisor a spot on my project and we both know it.

If the man didn’t stop yelling at her, she was going to wring his neck the next time she saw him.

No, my advisor died. I got a job here because I needed one and there was an opening for someone with my skills.

If he died, how did he worm his way onto my boat for the dive?

What?

You heard me. Dr. Schemer, his assistant, and you are now part of the team.

I’m diving for La Trinité? The question came out as a whisper. Really? Her dream dive was actually going to happen? Excitement bubbled up from her toes all the way to her head.

As if you didn’t know.

His sarcastic tone extinguished her earlier delight as if he’d thrown ice water on her.

I didn’t know. I didn’t take a sabbatical; I left school. Working with Schemer was impossible after Dr. Gaston who had such a passion for our research and work. I haven’t talked to Schemer since I left Texas and didn’t know he knew I worked here? Why he would want me on the dive, I have no idea. Maybe he thought it would help to know someone who worked here? Whatever the reason, it won’t make me turn down the opportunity to dive for the ship I’ve been dreaming about for ages. Not on your life.

Make sure you know why you’re there. I abhor treasure hunters and I won’t have one on my boat. I’m not after La Trinité for anything but historical knowledge. Anything else belongs to the state of Florida and France, period. He disconnected.

Blaze clutched the phone so tight it hurt her fingers. The desire to throw it across the room was strong. Instead, she picked up the six-pack from where she’d set it on top of the cooler just inside the door. With a sigh, she pushed the door closed with her foot, stepped over the pile, and walked to the kitchen. She twisted the thermostat so the air conditioning would kick on. She definitely needed help cooling off after that conversation.

Thank heaven, she murmured snatching a bottle from the six-pack. She popped off the top and took a long drink. The beer cooled her insides as the air conditioning worked on the outside of her body. Blaze swore she could feel the carbonation fizzing clear down to her toes, similar to the joy she’d felt when Lazaro told her she’d be diving for La Trinité. Unfortunately, he’d had to add his little insult before hanging up.

Opening the fridge, she placed the six-pack inside, closed the door, and leaned against the cool metal in hopes it would turn her full boil to a slow simmer. The cool air helped. 

The air-conditioning in her truck consisted of rolling down the windows. Having left her vehicle locked up tight for a week in the Florida sun, had made the drive home uncomfortable to say the least. Hot wind blowing on her as she drove home did nothing to assuage the humid heat weighing her down.

Humidity wasn’t the only thing bothering her. Diving and cataloging at a wreck site the past week had been amazing. The boat’s captain was the problem. She rolled her eyes remembering the other members of the crew calling him Buff. Okay, she would admit he was in good shape, but using it as a nickname? Come on, who did that? When she’d needed to get his attention, she’d stuck with Captain or Lazaro.

His nickname didn’t really bother her. It was that he watched her constantly.

His attention wasn’t flirtatious, more like searching. It felt like he was taking her measure. More often than not, she caught herself meeting his gaze and lifting her chin in challenge. His response was a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth and a dismissive shake of his head before he moved his gaze elsewhere.

For some reason, she’d never been able to work up the courage to ask him what the problem was, and that irritated her even more. She was no coward. Her overbearing older brothers could attest to that fact. However, Lazaro’s intensity had kept her off balance all week. Then there had been his parting words. Are you looking for answers or treasure? Decide before coming on my boat again.

He had walked away before she had recovered enough from the insult to reciprocate.

The insufferable lout, she thought pushing off from the refrigerator. Who was he to question her motives? Delving into the past and digging up answers for people was her passion.

Aughhh.

Why was she wasting her time thinking about one egotistical male? He wasn’t worth her time, she needed to unpack and take a long hot shower.

She walked back to the front door and picked up the cooler she’d dropped. After stowing the few items left inside in the fridge, she looked at her bag and equipment by the front door. She was sweaty, salty, and had sand in places it didn’t belong. Shower first clean up later. A shower would help wash her irritations away and refresh her spirit.

Then I can plan for La Trinité, she said aloud. Hearing it made it even more exciting. She danced down the short hallway of her house thinking about the upcoming dive.

Half an hour later, feeling human again Blaze returned to the front room. After cleaning up the mess at the front door, she started a load of laundry, took inventory of her pitiful pantry, and pulled open the refrigerator. After staring at the mediocre contents for a minute, her stomach growled its discontent.

Fine, I’ll order a pizza, she said.

Grabbing her cell phone, she scrolled through her contact list but before she could choose the pizzeria’s number, her doorbell rang.

Although, Marie was a peach of a friend and landlady, Blaze wasn’t in the mood to visit tonight. She didn’t want to do anything except be a couch potato and think about this new project. The bell rang again. If she went to the dock with her pizza, she wouldn’t be able to hear the doorbell. Resigned to opening it this time, she pasted a smile on her face and turned the knob.

Marie, I-- the rest of her thought disappeared in shock.

Hey, baby sister. How’s my favorite element doing?

D-D-D--

Dos, her brother said placing a finger under her chin and pushing her mouth closed. Are you going to invite me in, or make me eat this entire pizza out here by myself?

What, how, why?

Dos gave her that killer smile as his damned eyebrow hiked up over his left eye and he leaned closer. Invite me in and I’ll tell you.

Shaking her head, she finally stepped back and let him inside. I’m going to kill Brooke, she mumbled as he walked by.

No you’re not. Besides, it’s not her fault. She didn’t cave the first time we called her, but we were suspicious. I had some of my old buddies in the Texas area do some recon for me. When it was clear you weren’t in Texas anymore, we made a conference call to your alter ego. Hey, with the three of us badgering her at the same time, she didn’t have a prayer, and you know it.

Rolling her eyes at the familiar scenario, Blaze followed him as he talked. They ended up in the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator and put the six-pack of non-alcoholic beer he’d brought to go with the pizza next to her leaded version before grabbing a bottle from each carton.

She still shouldn’t have said anything. She promised.

When he closed the refrigerator door and turned that damned brown-eyed gaze on her, Blaze knew he understood, but wasn’t pleased.

Sometimes promises need to be broken. If anyone understands, you know it’s me.

Unable to argue knowing what he’d been through, she didn’t try. The family was all just thankful he was alive.

Fine, give me those, she said, taking the bottles that already had condensation building on them.

Great, let’s move on. Can we take this outside to eat? I’m finding I prefer the humid heat to the air conditioning.

She opened the bottles, pulled some paper towels off the roll, and led him out the sliding doors toward the dock. His whistle brought a smile to her face.

Okay, how do I get a place like this on my pension?

You befriend your advisor’s widow, she said without thinking.

I’m sorry, Blaze. I didn’t mean --

Blaze waved him to silence. It’s okay. I’m sure Brooke filled you in on Dr. Gaston’s death and his wife’s offer to me. Plus, I totally get the being blown away by the view. I still can’t believe I live here sometimes.

They walked to the end of the dock and sat down. Neither spoke until after they were halfway through a piece of pizza.

Why don’t we start there? Dos said.

Blaze wanted to pretend she didn’t know what he meant but couldn’t. Lying to her brothers never worked. That was why she had made Brooke promise not to tell anyone she was leaving school. It wasn’t a lie. It was more a defense mechanism to give her some time to deal with things.

I live here because Mrs. Gaston offered me the place at a ridiculous rate. Well, free actually.

Free is good, Dos agreed. But why did you need a place in St. Augustine, Florida when you are working on your PhD at Texas A&M?

Blaze stalled for a minute by swallowing her bite of pizza and then taking another drink. This was why she hadn’t told anyone except Brooke. She knew how disappointed they would be.

I quit, she said and winced waiting for the explosion. When her brother didn’t say anything, she glanced sideways at him.

Where Ace would have exploded and Tres would have stared at her as if she’d gone insane, Dos was looking out over the ocean calmly chewing on his pizza crust. She should have known he would simply wait.

I tried to keep working after Dr. Gaston died, but nothing made sense anymore. I couldn’t focus. I could barely make myself go to the classes I had to teach. Every time I walked by his office, I broke out in a cold sweat.

Did you talk to anyone about it?

Yeah, I’m really into psychobabble, she grumbled glancing at him. She noticed a quick grin on his face.

I didn’t say it had to be a shrink, though I’ve learned they can help some times. What about friends or family? You should have known we’d be there for you.

She shrugged. I do. I just couldn’t. For the first time in my life, I wanted to hide from the truth. Talking about it would only make it real. If it became real then I’d have to face the fact that I’d lost the only person who really understood my passion.

As she was speaking, Blaze realized her voice was rising, her eyes burning, and every muscle in her body was tight. The second the last word left her lips, her brother’s strong arm wrapped around her and pulled her to his side. He didn’t say anything. He just held her. The tears she had held back for so many months threatened to spill over her lashes but she fought them back.

Crying wouldn’t change anything.

Thanks, she said after a few minutes and pulled out of his embrace. When she met his gaze, she saw concern heighten their usual dark-chocolate color. To stave off any more supportive words or hugs, she smiled and shrugged. He was a good man.

No doubt, Dos said, turning his attention back to the ocean. You’ve never made it easy for anyone to get close to you. Based on the way you talk about him and the fact you respected and cared about him, I’m sure he deserved it. What about his wife?

What about her? Marie is a sweetheart. She used to invite me over to their house for dinner. She would laugh at the stories we told about different students and their never-ending excuses for lack of effort. It was obvious they loved each other. When he would tell me stories about them diving on various projects when they were younger, he always got this little smile on his face, and his eyes were so animated.

I’m glad they had a good life, but what I meant was how is she doing now? Did she ask you here as a way to keep his memory alive?

Blaze thought about it for a minute.

To be honest, after the funeral and the police insisting it was nothing more than a heart attack, I think she needed to get away from everything and everyone who reminded her of him. When she called a couple of months later with the offer for me to live here, she sounded as lonely as I felt. I didn’t have to think long. I had to get away for a while. I’ll probably finish my studies some day, but I needed a break from academia for now.

Once again, she waited for her brother to chastise her. Of course, her brother proved how wrong she could be again. He glanced at the two pieces of pizza still in the box.

I can’t eat anymore, how about you?

I’m good.

Let’s put this away and then you can tell me what you do with your time now. First, you have to help me up, he said setting his bottle down. I left my cane in the car and sitting here’s made me stiff.

Okay, old man, don’t worry. You might be a foot taller, but I’m strong as an ox.

Don’t get cheeky, little one.

Blaze laughed, feeling better than she had in ages. She helped Dos lever himself up, then gathered the box and bottles. They teased each other as they walked back to the guesthouse.

Okay, kiddo, spill. You might live here rent free, but I know you. Without a job, you would go stir crazy in a week. No, make that two days.

True. I work at the Lighthouse Archaeological Maritime Program, better known as L.A.M.P. They focus on the stories of our nation’s oldest port city, but they are also involved in other archaeological investigations, too. They’re active in educating the community. I’ve helped with a few of the classroom presentations. Teaching elementary students gave me an unexpected thrill, considering I didn’t like teaching classes at university. Of course, the fact that the kids get excited about everything probably helped. However, most of the time I work with the conservator on the restoration of items found on dives and digs. I also work part-time at a local dive school as a dive master.

That’s my little element. We’ll never find any moss growing on you.

Cute, but you’re right. I do manage to keep myself busy. After this past week though, I could use a couple of days off.

What happened?

Blaze shook her head. Nothing really, I went out on a field project. It was a dive and we found some interesting items. There was even an old book of sorts in almost perfect condition. It’s amazing how the cold temperatures of the water can keep things so well preserved. An airtight box held the book. I found that fascinating considering the book is hundreds of years old. Too think something from hundreds of years ago could be like a vacuum is remarkable.

If it was all so great, why are you irritated?

Who said I was irritated? she asked, but didn’t look at him. When she did glance at him, that damned eyebrow was hovering again. How do you do that?

He laughed. When Dos broke down and really laughed, it was a joy to hear. Blaze couldn’t hold back a smile.

I’m sorry, baby sister, but you are an open book. Your emotions scream from those gorgeous blue eyes you get from mom. The way your hands are constantly in motion like your father’s is a dead giveaway as well. In this case however, your comment about needing time off did the trick.

The like your father reminded her of their differences. As close as their family was, they were diverse, as well. Her brothers all had their mother’s heart and their father’s gut instincts. That’s how they were always able to read everyone.

Fine, she said sending him a mock glare. It was the captain of the boat. He had a way of getting under my skin and I don’t mean in a good way.

Introduce us and I’ll teach him some manners, Dos said, sitting on the sofa across from the chair she sat in.

Please, I don’t need my brother running interference for me anymore. Besides, he didn’t do anything. Not really.

"What did he do?"

Blaze had to think about that for a minute. Other than the comment before he left her on the dock Lazaro hadn’t done anything. He didn’t put her down in front of anyone else. He didn’t question her abilities on the dives or in recovering items. He made sure all the others on the project treated her with respect, at least as far as her being a woman. She had a feeling that was because she was the only female among the crew. It certainly wasn’t because he was interested in her himself. He couldn’t have made his disinterest more apparent.

After the litany of had-nots running through her head, she shrugged. I guess he insulted me or my intentions really.

Why do you say that?

She had to grin. This was the Dos she was more accustomed to, a man of few words.

"When we were leaving the boat today he made a comment. No one else was around, so I know he meant it for my ears only. He said, and I quote, Are you looking for answers or treasure? Decide before coming on my boat again."

Dos took a sip of the non-alcoholic beer she’d given him and watched her for a moment before replying. It sounds like he wants to make sure you’re on the same page. Which is he looking for? Did you ask him?

Since we both work at L.A.M.P. I assume he is looking for answers, proof, and history. The same thing I am. If I were a treasure hunter, I definitely wouldn’t be working there. The pay’s okay, but nothing phenomenal. I work there because they’re dedicated to finding answers. As I said before, they work to educate the community but also tourists about the rich American heritage from what we find in the sea.

Did you tell him that?

He didn’t give me a chance. He made his comment and walked away.

Dos shrugged. Next time you see him at work tell him what you told me.

Blaze shook her head. He’s already made up his mind about me.

Now I’ve seen everything. The untamable Element is crying uncle without trying to defend herself.

She threw a pillow at him. I’m not crying uncle. I just don’t see any sense in fighting a losing battle. I’ve got more important things to focus my energy on.

Like?

Not ready to share her exciting news with anyone else yet, she decided to try turning the tables. Like finding out why you’re really here. You could have called. You know I can’t ignore it when you call.

Maybe I just wanted to see for myself that you’re all right.

Yeah, like you would leave Copper and the kids at home to run after me.

True, he said with a smile.

If there was a man who loved his family more, Blaze had yet to meet him. Something was up, though. She had no doubt. Dos didn’t leave his family unless there was a very good reason. So spill.

I’m doing some recon.

She didn’t say anything. He would explain eventually. It took longer than she expected. In fact, he got up and prowled around the room. His limp wasn’t as bad as when they’d walked up from the dock, but it was still worse than when she’d seen him at Christmas. Still, she didn’t press. He finally stopped, leaned against the edge of the sliding door, and looked out at the ocean.

Well, you know I resigned my commission, he said, glancing at her. Blaze nodded. I didn’t really want to, but I can’t do enough physically to earn it anymore in my opinion.

Has the virus come back or whatever viruses do? she asked gripping the arm of the chair.

Dos shook his head. No, but the damage was already done. My body just can’t take the physical strain anymore. That’s why I transferred to Colorado and the recruiter/instructor position. Unfortunately, now the altitude and lack of humidity are accentuating all my limitations and possibly causing more problems.

What’s wrong? Are you here to see a specialist or something?

Simmer down, it’s nothing that tragic. Besides, you know I have my own private medical team monitoring me. Dr. Martin checks in every month if Copper doesn’t call him first. Actually, that’s part of the reason I’m here.

Blaze shook her head. You’re not making sense. What does Dr. Martin have to do with you being in Florida? Did he move here?

Not that I know of, but he suggested maybe I should.

What? Blaze moved to the edge of her seat.

"The doc is the one who thinks the altitude and lack of humidity could be causing some of my problems. When mom and Jamie found out, they arranged for Copper and me to stay with one of Jamie’s sisters for a few weeks. I was doubtful, but after we were there for a few days, the difference was apparent.

After that, Copper dove in head first researching where we should relocate. Then Ace stuck his nose in and suggested it might be a good idea to open up a branch office of Master Security. Add to all of that, the information we pulled out of Brooke, and here I am.

Blaze tipped her head and stared at him. This time she cocked her eyebrow. Are you saying you are thinking about moving to Florida?

He grinned. Actually, when Brooke told us you had moved to St. Augustine, Copper and Ace researched the area. It looked like a good location to reach several cities for the business. Copper loved the idea of being so close to the ocean and you. So, we decided it would be a good idea for me to scope out properties for living and an office, while touching base with you to put mom at ease.

Blaze jumped up and ran to him wrapping her arms around him.

That would be fantastic! I’d get to see you and my nieces and nephews whenever I wanted. I could spoil them rotten and then send them home to you and Copper. Where are you looking? I’ll bet Marie could help. She’s originally from here. She knows everyone and every place.

Slow down. I just got into town today. I didn’t even get a hotel room yet. Speaking of which, I should probably make some calls.

Like hell.

Language, he chided but she saw the smile in his eyes.

You’re staying here. Don’t bother arguing.

He shook his head. As much as I would love to stay with you, there’s nowhere for me to sleep. I don’t see a recliner in here. I’m still not big on beds unless Copper is around, and even if I would sleep in one, it has to be at least a king. Your brothers are just too big for anything else.

She nodded. With Ace, the shortest of the three topping out over six foot four, she understood. Once you added Dos’ physical problems to the mix, it was apparent he needed all the support he could get. Then she smiled.

No problem. You can stay up at the main house. Trust me; Marie would be thrilled for the company. Even company as quiet as you tend to be.

I’m not knocking on the poor woman’s door and begging a room, Blaze.

Blaze pulled her cell phone from her pocket. You don’t have to. I’ll just--

The phone in her hand rang startling her into silence. When she glanced at the display, she feared the positive turn to her evening was about to end. As it rang again, she took a deep breath, and despite an inner voice telling her to ignore it, she pushed accept. Hello, Dr. Schemer.

After a few minutes, Blaze disconnected and turned toward Dos. That was weird.

Who’s Dr. Schemer?

He’s the man who replaced Dr. Gaston as advisor for my doctoral work. He’s also one of the reasons I decided to take a break. The man has a closed mind, an ego the size of the Grand Canyon, a serious problem with the word no, and I don’t trust him.

She watched her brother grin.

Don’t sugar coat it, Blaze.

Glaring at him she said, I can’t stand the man. Unfortunately, I’ll have to deal with him on an upcoming dive. He called to tell me he’s the one who requested I be on the dive for La Trinité. Why he would request me, or is even interested in this project is a mystery, but I’m not kicking a gift horse in the mouth. I want this dive. I’ll just have to keep a close eye on him. That’s a problem for another day. Right now, we need to get you settled.

Dos levered himself out of the chair. Yes, I need to move and find a room. Maybe tomorrow you can take me to work with you and show me what you do.

Blaze stood and hooked her arm through his as she pulled her cell phone from her pocket again.

First off, you don’t have to go find a room. I told you, Marie will gladly let you stay here. Hey, she told the security guard to let you through the gate didn’t she? No doubt, another thing for which I can thank Brooke, she said raising both eyebrows and meeting his gaze. When he grinned, she continued. I’ll call her while we walk toward the house. Second, why do you want to come to work with me? Are you going to try and strong arm Lazaro? I told you, I can take care of myself.

When he started to speak, she held up her hand for him to wait while she talked to Marie. Disconnecting after a minute, she smiled and shoved the phone back in her pocket.

All set, she’s thrilled and will meet us at the front door, she said as they reached his truck. Why don’t we drive up so you don’t have to come back for your bag?

I still don’t think it’s right to impose on your landlady. At this point, I guess it would be insulting if I refused, he said. Blaze nodded. Fine. As to going to your work place, I would really like to see what you do. I’ve never understood what some of the things you talked about on your school breaks entailed. Since I’m here, I figured it was a good chance to educate myself.

Blaze liked his explanation. His interest in what she loved was surprising. She didn’t think anyone in the family understood her passion for history.

Okay, I’ll pick you up around six-thirty. Right now, let’s go meet your hostess. You’re going to love her. She reminds me a lot of mom even though she and Dr. Gaston never had any kids.

Great, just what I need. Another mother hen.

Blaze laughed hugging his arm. Yeah, I know. I love it, too.

It didn’t take long for her to get Dos settled in the main house. Soon Blaze was walking down the back path toward the guesthouse. She felt better than she had in months despite the two confusing calls from earlier. Maybe she had been wrong to shut her family out for so long.

She shook her head and laughed. No, if she had leaned on them, she never would have taken this leap and gotten this amazing opportunity. She would have settled into the comfort and care of the Collins/Masters Menagerie.

No more comfort for me. I’m a working, searching, diving maniac. The unknown is my playground and I’m loving it.

She skipped the rest of the way to her front door. As she reached for the handle, something snapped in the foliage behind the house.

Who’s there?

Silence was her only answer. Blaze picked up an old oar leaning against the porch railing. It wasn’t much but it would give her time to get away if someone jumped out at her.

Rounding the corner of the house, she called out, I said who’s there?

Still nothing. Just as she was about to turn back to the house, a large lizard skittered out from the bushes and ran across the path.

Okay, now I’m jumping at critters in bushes, she said. Though the lizard had been real, and probably big enough to snap a twig, the rationalization didn’t stop her internal radar. The odd sensation that someone or something else was out there dogged her steps back to the door of the guesthouse. She caught herself glancing back several times before she got the door unlocked.

Once inside, she realized she still held the oar. She propped it up beside the door, just in case, she told herself.

Blaze had felt safe here from the moment she’d set foot on the property. Although locking her door was second nature, she never worried about closing her drapes. Tonight she did. As she started down the hallway to bed, she turned back and viewed the front room now shrouded in darkness. The closed drapes didn’t give her comfort, just the opposite in fact. Feeling the need to close them made her angry, but not angry enough to open them back up.

Her plan for a night of no work, relaxation, and dreams was out of the question now. Her excitement about the upcoming dive for La Trinité, followed by the feeling that someone was watching her a few minutes ago had left her unsettled.

Damn it. Now I’ll never get to sleep. I might as well go over my research on the Trinité so dear old Lazaro doesn’t think I’m a slacker, too.

# # #

Buff pushed back his chair from the table filled with ocean charts, stood, lifted his arms over his head, and stretched. His fingertips brushed the ceiling as he circled his arms up and then back. How many hours had he been sitting here? He glanced at his dive watch, a gift from his older brother, and laughed. Three hours had passed since he sat down. No wonder the coffee in his mug was ice cold.

Walking to the kitchen he dumped the coffee in the sink and decided it was time to change beverages. He opened the refrigerator and pulled out a beer. After chugging half the bottle at once, he smiled.

Yeah, he’d missed having a beer this past week.

It wasn’t that he needed it. It was just that occasionally when he became irritated, a cold, refreshing brew allowed him to relax so he could look at a problem more logically. Right, like there was any way to think logically about the spitfire who had been on his boat the past week. The woman looked like all the blonde bombshells that frequented the hot tub in his complex. Blaze wasn’t as tall, but not so small as to be petite. He knew petite. His mom had been five one if she stretched.

He smiled at the memory. Most of his good memories included his mother. When she had died in a plane crash so had all the happiness his family knew.

Geez, get maudlin much, Buff? he asked himself echoing his brother’s often used line.

Shaking off the memories, his thoughts returned to his original frustration. Blaze Collins. If he was honest and he prided himself on being so, she hadn’t really done anything wrong. She might look like the bombshells, but she definitely didn’t act as most of them did. There was definitely a well-developed brain in that head covered with beautiful, long, blonde hair.

Damn it, man, focus.

He decided since his thoughts kept returning to her looks, he should think out loud. That was how he and his brother had worked through cases when he had been part of the family law firm. Maybe it would help cool his anger at having her working on the Trinité project.

Okay, one, she’s too pretty to be hiding under the water for any good reason, he said, and then realized that was shallow. Two, she got too excited about every single item they found. It’s as if she’s a weekend diver. She thinks everything is a possible piece of treasure.

You used to feel that way about dives.

Buff stretched his shoulders back uncomfortable with his subconscious playing devil’s advocate. The fact that it was true irked him even more.

Fine, maybe I’ve become a little jaded, but I’m not looking for treasure. I’m looking for answers, history, and information. I don’t care if there’s gold down there. I want ship manifests, weapons, and skeletons. Those are the things that teach us about the past.

He took another swig of his beer and looked out at the ocean. He paid the premium rate to have one of the upper floor units with an ocean view and balcony. As he stepped out onto the balcony, his mind went back to the past week.

They were all on the boat. A group of divers had brought up a box and before they even started to go through all the proper protocols to open it, a seal on it cracked and it popped open. Blaze had pushed everyone away and ordered them not to touch anything. He hadn’t questioned her orders because she was on the project as the conservation specialist.

However, he had looked over her shoulder and into the box at the same time as she did.

Her gasp had said it all. 

Okay, he said aloud again. She was excited to find the book in that pristine condition. That doesn’t mean dollar signs weren’t flashing in her blue eyes, too. She was probably trying to figure out the best buyer for it.

As the words left his mouth, the phone in his pocket rang. When he pulled it out and checked the display, his gut clenched and his conscience chastised him for the previous thought. He would not become as cynical and distrusting as his father, he thought as he pressed accept.

Yes, sir, he said.

I’ve been trying to get hold of you all week, Lazaro.

Good to talk to you, too, he replied not in the mood for his father’s high-handed antics.

Don’t give me attitude, boy.

"In case you’ve forgotten, I’m not a boy anymore, sir. I also don’t work for you. So, why are you calling? I’ve got an important meeting in the morning." It wasn’t a lie. He did have a meeting in the morning.

You’re right. Sorry. I’m just worried.

Buff didn’t buy it. He knew better. His father was never sorry, and he never worried. He accused, demanded, and blamed, but he never worried.

Let me guess, this is about Martin. His older brother was almost as notorious for causing trouble as he was for winning cases. Martin’s antagonistic relationship with their father was one of several reasons Buff had left the firm and the state. He couldn’t get far enough away from the constant negativity. Oh, he was just as good at pissing their father off. Unlike Martin though, it wasn’t his main goal in life.

He’s out of control. He’s going to blow this case. There are rumors that he’s leaked information to the prosecution.

Buff held the phone away from his ear and stared at it. His father had obviously gone off the deep end.

"Martin doesn’t help the prosecution. Ever, he emphasized. He’s been known to withhold information, but never give it. Stop listening to the grapevine and talk to him if you have questions or doubts. Dear God, man, he’s your son. You should be able to have a conversation with him."

Don’t you smart mouth me!

Buff disconnected. He didn’t have to listen to his blowhard father anymore. The frustration from the call had ruined the beauty of the view, so he turned to go back inside. When the irritation continued to build, he slammed his fist against the wall beside the sliding door before punching in his brother’s number.

"Yo, little brother, what’s up? Wait, don’t tell me, he called," Martin said.

Yeah, he called. Why, I don’t know. It’s not like I was much of a referee when I lived there, I can’t imagine why he thinks I can do anything now.

"Don’t worry about it, Buff. I’ve got it under control. It’s just a nasty case and he’s scared. Yes, you heard me, he’s scared."

Lazaro, though comforted by the use of his old nickname, his brother’s tired tone surprised him more than the comment. To be honest, the comment was surprising too.

He said something about you leaking information to the prosecution. I don’t believe it for a minute, but why would he even suspect it? That’s ridiculous. You win cases, you don’t throw them.

Ahh, I was talking to a reporter. You know, priming the pump? I knew what I said would get out and ruffle some feathers. When feathers are ruffled, people start talking and doing stupid things. It’s all part of the plan, Martin said around a yawn. I’m just taking care of business the way I always do, which is the problem. I think he’s jealous because I’ve won more cases than he ever did. It’s all good.

Then why do you sound so tired?

I sound tired because I am. I’m just leaving the offices for the first time before midnight this week and that’s only because we start jury selection first thing in the morning. The plan is to have a steam, grab a six-pack, some dinner, and then hit the sack. I need to be fresh for this one.

What kind of case is it? Buff asked because his brother had handled tough cases before and never worried about being fresh. He could filet a prosecutor with his eyes closed and one hand tied behind his back.

It’s a case involving the mob and drugs.

Buff whistled.

Yeah, tell me about it. Dad brought it to me, and I didn’t want to take it. After my usual investigation, I’m glad I did. Our client is accused of murdering the wife of a drug dealer. Sorry, alleged drug dealer. The wife is the one with mob ties.  As you can imagine, it’s a mess.

Buff found it hard to believe. They’d never gotten involved in drug cases before. The old man must be losing money to take this case. Drugs? Is the firm in trouble?

Martin chuckled, and Buff relaxed a little. "No, we’re doing fine as far as I know, and since our accountant is my golf partner, I’m comfortable saying that. Dad decided we needed to broaden our horizons or some such shit. You know how he gets sometimes.

Anyway, I believe someone’s trying to frame this guy. Yeah, I know, it’s a shock to hear myself say that, but it’s true.

If that’s the case, he’s lucky to have you as his lawyer.

I hope you’re right. As to the leaked information, I may have mentioned something about the husband using this case to hide a big drug deal he had planned.

Lazaro scrubbed a hand over his face as he shook his head. Only Martin could pull something like that off, and not give more away. He didn’t interrupt, though. He let his brother continue talking.

"I just hope the drug dealer slips up while trying to cover his ass, and does something stupid like blab how he actually killed his wife, not this patsy. But, I’m not counting on it. If his father-in-law finds out, he won’t care how much money Titus brings in, he’ll kill him. Like I said, it’s a nasty case. Which brings us back to why you called. He’s in a nasty mood because this isn’t a slam-dunk like the majority of our cases are. Forget about it, let me enjoy my evening, and you go sail your boat."

Consider him forgotten. FYI, I don’t sail my boat, it’s got a motor.

Lazaro grinned after Martin hung up. If anyone could handle their father, it was his brother. Granted, the drug and mob connections made him a little nervous. He’d just have to touch base more often. That would control the Worry Werkles, as his mother used to call his over developed concern.

Okay, one problem off his plate.

Now he just had to deal with the addition of Blaze Collins and her entourage to his pet project.

No, you need to accept it and get back to work.

Nothing like a bossy subconscious to set you right. After constructing a monster sandwich and snagging another beer, he went back to the table. He was in charge of more than the boats this time. This project was one he’d been working to put together for over a year. Which meant he had to get back to the charts and reports on his dining room table. Before he sat down his cell phone rang again.

It was the logistical director from work again.

Did you get the extra boat? Who’s captain?

Hello to you too, Lazaro.

I’m not apologizing, you know how mad I am, Buff said not bothering to keep the aggravation from his voice. Who approved this addition at such a late date?

I already told you, it came down from the top. I think one of the investors is a Texas A&M alum or something and is insisting as a favor to the university, Brendan said. There are always academics on these dives. We already had two students, now we have an instructor, too. What’s the big deal?

Buff’s anger rarely surfaced at his current job. Tonight it pushed it’s ugly head up. His normal laid-back Buff persona turned to that of an angry Spaniard in a flash. His name wasn’t Lazaro Atwater Menendez-Buffington for nothing. When truly angered his mother told him he resembled her distant ancestors to a T.

What’s the big deal? More expense, more people to coordinate, more room for mistakes. That’s the big deal. We’ve had this set for over a month. Damn it. This ship’s been under for 450 years! This could be a huge find.

I know exactly how important this project is, Lazaro. It will prove the French had a firmer claim on St. Augustine than the Spanish.

Like hell. The laugh his comment brought from the other end of the conversation didn’t make him any happier. He really didn’t care about claims on the land and it had nothing to do with the fact that the Spanish were the ones who founded St. Augustine. He just didn’t like the French enthusiasts trying to rewrite history. His goal behind backing this project was finding the long lost lead ship of the French fleet. Historians and archaeologists had been theorizing on where La Trinité’s final resting spot was for centuries. He wanted to prove it was near Cape Canaveral.

Sometimes, Buff, it’s just too easy to get to you, Brendan said. I know you’re only in it to find the ship. We both know that after this long it’s very unlikely any claims of who did what when would make a difference. St. Augustine is deeply mired in their Spanish culture. Although, you have to admit, the French add a lively dichotomy for the tourists.

Buff knew he was fighting a losing battle. He shoved his Spanish persona back into its corner and changed the topic.

What about the other boat?

I made some calls. Davis will captain her, but you’re still lead on the project. You’ll have the doctor, his assistant, Blaze, and your regular crew. I’ll take care of getting the others organized with Davis. We have a lot of details to work out before you set out next week. I’ll see you first thing tomorrow.

Renewed frustration flowed through his veins. He had no doubt who caused it. Damn her.

Chapter Two

Buff stood in the doorway of the lab at the L.A.M.P. offices, watching Blaze Collins. He could tell she was excited about the discussion she was having by the animation in her movements. The woman was rarely still. Some part of her was always moving. Sometimes it was just her eyes, even they moved quickly. She never seemed to attain true calmness. In comparison, the man standing beside her hadn’t moved a muscle since Buff stopped at the door.

Why had he stopped at the door?

His fingers curled into fists with the question. That was one reason she irritated him. Whenever she was around, he questioned everything he did and said. He’d given up questioning his actions when he left his father’s firm. So why did this slip of a woman send him into doubt mode?

As the question filtered through his brain, she turned around. Her sea-blue eyes met his gaze head-on. Her chin lifted a bit, as it often had when they were on the boat the past week, as if challenging him to back down first.

And I did. Damn.

Did you need something, Lazaro?

Buff almost grinned at her refusal to use his nickname, but forced it back. Instead, he nodded his head toward the man next to her. This your academic?

The man turned around. He didn’t look like any professor Buff had ever taken a class from in college. He guessed him to be four or so inches taller than his own six one, and big. Not fat, but not skinny for a man his size. Meeting his gaze, Buff noted intelligence and a touch of humor by the way the eyebrow over his left eye hitched up. Buff turned his attention back to Blaze. The smile on her face reached her blue eyes making them dance in the room’s bright light. Great, she was sleeping with the guy. He did not need this on his project.

No, this is Colonel Dos Masters, my brother.

Buff’s gaze whipped back to the man. Her brother? Wait, Masters? What happened to Collins? Was she married? He wanted to ask the question, but the man was walking toward him with a hand outstretched. That’s when Buff noticed the cane.

Just Dos, he said. I’m retired. The family gets a kick out of the title. Personally, I was perfectly happy as a major.

Grasping the man’s hand, Buff shook it firmly and felt a smile on his face. Buff, he said then explained when the man gave him a confused look. That’s what most people call me.

Talk about ego.

Hearing Blaze’s whispered insult, he grinned wider. Is that why you insist on calling me Lazaro? Because you think I’m impressed with myself? Sorry, to burst your bubble, kid, but it’s from my last name. Menendez-Buffington was a mouthful in elementary school. Kids started calling me Buff and it stuck.

What was wrong with Lazaro?

Of course, she had a comeback. What did he expect?

If being weird isn’t enough, it kept getting shortened to Lazy. I preferred Buff. Was that a smile he saw on her face?

I guess I can understand that since Lazy doesn’t describe you.

He glanced back at her brother. I think that was a compliment, but since I’ve never heard one from her before, I’m not sure.

The man chuckled and Buff decided he liked him.

It’s probably as close to one as you’ll get from this one. So, you’re the captain she was telling me about last night.

Uh-oh. Obviously, Blaze had told her brother about their argument on the phone. Despite the man’s easy tone, Buff got the distinct feeling he should tread carefully.

Yes, I have my Coast Guard Captain’s license and I’m in charge as far as the boat is concerned when I’m out on a project. I also have a PhD in Underwater Archaeology, so I know the other side of the work as well.

Ah, so you and our little element have a lot in common, Dos said, walking back to the table where Blaze was working.

Element? Oh, I get it, he said with a chuckle, making the connection between her name and nature. He enjoyed the way Blaze aimed a glare at her brother. He wasn’t sure if it was for the nickname or being called little.

This element might burn you if you don’t back off, big brother. Since my sister isn’t here to put out the fire this time, you might think twice about pushing my buttons, she said before turning her attention back to Buff. As I asked before, do you need something, Lazaro? I really need to get back to work.

She was back to calling him Lazaro. That was fine with him. They didn’t need to like each other to work together.

Not at the moment. I’ve got some work to do on the boats. Brendan suggested I talk to you about the plans for the project. Since you said you’ve been researching this ship for years, I’d be interested in going over your notes before we dive if you don’t mind. He kept the to see if you’re looking for the gold or the ship, to himself. He still wasn’t convinced she wasn’t more than a treasure hunter. After some of the dives he’d been on in school, he’d seen his fill of those.

No problem. Most of my research is at home. Let me know a time that works for you and I’ll make arrangements or bring it in to work.

He nodded. I don’t want to interrupt your visit with your brother. We can do it tomorrow at work.

Don’t worry about me, Dos said before Blaze could agree. I’ve got my own research to do. I just wanted to see what this one did for a living. Blaze said you would be shipping out later this week. I’m sure you need to hammer out details. I know getting plans set is just as important as the mission itself is. In fact, why don’t you come over this evening? You two can work after you eat.

I’m sure he’s busy, Blaze said.

Buff liked the fact she appeared flustered. It was about time she was as off balance as he’d been all week. No, actually this evening works great for me. Where do you want to meet, Blaze?

The way she was clenching her jaw he knew she didn’t want to meet at all. He could also tell she wouldn’t give her brother the satisfaction of saying no. Blaze Collins enjoyed one-upping people and she did not like to lose.

Oh, come over to her place, her brother said.

Buff thought she was going to explode.

Hey, I’ll bet Marie would love to hear about the plans to dive for the Trinité. We sat up for an hour or so last night while she talked about her late husband’s love affair with the ship. She showed me some of his charts in his office. Maybe you two could work there. It’s got loads of room and information on what you’re working on.

The comment about charts piqued Buff’s interest, but his training as a lawyer made him hide the fact and offer Blaze an out. I wouldn’t want to impose. We can meet at my condo.

There had been a change in Blaze’s attitude while her brother talked. She appeared to be warming up to the idea of discussing the dive. He wondered why. He also wondered why her brother had been up talking to this other woman all night instead of his sister. Then he remembered she had probably been exhausted after a week out on the boat.

No, Dos is right. Marie would love to hear about this project. To be honest, I’m surprised she doesn’t know about it already. I’m sure she would have told me if she did. I’ll call her and let you know what she says.

Sure, Buff said. He turned back to her brother. Good to meet you, Dos. Enjoy your visit.

He hadn’t taken two steps away from the door before he heard Blaze whispering harshly. A grin pulled at his face imagining her glaring up at the big man. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind the man would simply stand there and smile at her. He seemed to know exactly how to handle his little sister.

Thinking of her in those terms had him comparing them again. He saw no family resemblance and it was obvious Dos was quite a bit older. Hell, the guy had gray hair. And what was that cane about? And the different last names. Was she married, separated, divorced, or widowed? Not that it mattered to him. A relationship was the last thing on his mind.

His life was exactly the way he wanted it, single, with no strings, and no responsibilities to anyone other than himself.

As he