Page 39 of Under Pressure
“Stop!” She shoved him, not at all hard enough in Sean’s opinion, and created some distance. Ryker tugged gently and she went right back to him, running her finger over his jaw. Ugh! Stupid, happy, in love newlyweds.
Sean set the laptop down and plugged it into the large flat screen he had hanging in the corner. “You’ll be glad you made time for us.”
Ryker perked up. “You found something?” He did not release Grace, though he did pause the goo-goo eyes.
“We might have,” Knox confirmed.
The group gathered around the table as Sean queued up their recording. Video of the ocean came into view as Sean dove in creating a million bubbles and started to submerge—going from the clearer water closer to the surface until the water became darker and darker requiring artificial light.
The group collectively held their breath as three hundred feet down the hull of a ship came into view through the murky, deep blue waters.
Ryker sucked in a breath and leaned closer to the screen. “That is her. Si? Is it?” His finger traced a gash in the side of the ship.
Knox chuckled. “I thought you guys took better care of your boats.”
Wolfe whacked Knox with the back of his hand on his shoulder, and Knox flinched.
The video went around the side of the ship, past a reef below the wreck where colorful fish swam in and out until it reached the side, the light from Sean’s headlamp lighting up the name of the ship.
Rey Del Mar.
Sean grinned and hit pause. “I knew it.” He’d had a hard time seeing underwater when they’d gone down as it was getting dark, and he’d only seen the ship for a moment before he’d gotten an alert that his tank was almost out of air and he had to head back.
No one spoke. The group glanced around as palpable energy filled the warehouse, practically vibrating the room with it.
“Were the royal jewels there?” Ryker asked, green eyes wide.
Knox snickered like he was twelve years old, and Wolfe grinned under his perfectly sculpted beard at Ryker’s unfortunate turn of phrase.
“I had to turn back before I could explore,” Sean said.
“Yes, but now you know where it is.” Grace grabbed Ryker’s arm tight, a huge smile crossing her face. “Isn’t that great?”
Ryker nodded. His Adam’s apple bobbed. He leaned down and spoke in rapid Italian. Grace replied in the same language. Finding the jewels could mean a lot of things for the two of them. Technically, Grace was a princess of Isola de la Famiglia because she married a prince. However, Ryker was thought dead, not only by his home country but by the world. Their peaceful lives in Diamond Cove could be turned upside down—or, they may have to stay put and stay undercover the rest of their lives. Sean turned, blocking them slightly from the rest of the group to give them privacy.
“When are Mack and Liam back?” Wolfe asked.
All of the guys were Navy SEALs but not all of them had worked in underwater recovery when off duty—Ryker was never allowed to dive because of his royal status, Aaron ran an alligator rescue, Gray and Knox co-owned a construction company and Wolfe did . . . well, no one was quite sure what Wolfe did, actually. So while their experience diving for the Navy would come in handy, only Mack and Liam had the necessary experience to help Sean. They’d need them back before they could start any serious recovery mission.
“A week,” Gray said.
“What are they doing to them at Mayport?” Knox asked. Mayport was the Navy base they reported to.
“Same thing they did to you, and me, and Wolfe,” Gray said. “Ask a million questions.”
The metal door on the opposite side of his office squeaked open, and instantly everyone was on alert. Knox, Gray, and Sean immediately reached for their concealed carries.
“What, what is it?” Grace tried to peer around the Jeep.
Ryker stepped in front of her.
“Hello?” an oh-so-sweet, feminine voice called out and Sean’s knees nearly buckled.
Blue came around the corner of the boat, her chin-length hair hung in soft waves, and she still had those braids on the right side of her head. She wore a brown lacy skirt that was see-through from the middle of her thighs on down her long legs, and a cream top with a print of a coral-colored VW on it that said “Road Trippin.’” She’d tied it in a knot at her back, making it hug her figure. She also had on calf-high motorcycle boots with buckles up the sides. Her gaze found his and locked, and his heart nearly lifted out of his chest.
She was the best thing Sean’d ever seen. His knees might not be weak anymore, but he was pretty sure he was drooling. He wiped at the side of his mouth just in case. And also, painfully aware of the fact that he still hadn’t put a shirt on. Goose bumps prickled over his skin as the damp air in the factory seemed to cool ten degrees.
Both Knox and Wolfe stood tall, alpha males aware of a female in their territory. Gray stayed where he was leaning against the work table with his arms crossed. His stupid arms looked huge when he did that.
