concerned. She could, however, resent him for treating her like an invalid, and for thinking she was weak. “I’m stronger now.”
His eyes wandered over her face. “Are you?”
“Yes! You really think that teenybopper you were playing full-contact with is tougher than I am? After all I’ve been through?”
“She’s twenty-four.”
Jealousy burned within her, hot and bright. “Did you interrogate her this way, too? Make sure she was mentally fit?”
“I didn’t have to. She’s very…easygoing.”
Daniela choked out a laugh. Nothing he could have said would hurt more. Compared to her, everyone seemed easy. “How perfect for you.”
He didn’t disagree.
She pushed the pain of his betrayal aside, searching for the right words to convince him. “I’ve been on the waiting list for over a year, Sean. Don’t take this opportunity away from me because you came out here on a whim. Please.”
He shifted from one foot to the other, his face taut. “There’s been an incident.”
“What kind of incident?”
“Someone skinned a seal pup.”
The breath rushed from her lungs. “When?”
“A few days ago. We found it on the north side.”
Daniela blinked a few times, struggling to understand. “The body washed up?”
“No. It was fresh.”
“That’s impossible! The island is virtually inaccessible.”
He inclined his head in agreement. “Virtually.”
“Who would do that?”
“Maybe a disgruntled fisherman, or a member of the cage-diving crew. Either way, it’s been damned odd around here lately. We’re all on edge. The last thing I want is for you to come across some crazy…anti-environmentalist.” He was quiet for a moment, his gaze searching hers. “I don’t want you to get hurt.”
A lump rose to her throat. She swallowed hard, thinking she’d much rather deal with his criticism than his tenderness. “I won’t,” she promised, her voice huskier than usual. “I appreciate your concern, but I can’t run away at the first sign of trouble. I need to face my fears, Sean. I came here to move on.”
His eyes darkened with a sharp, indefinable emotion. She knew the situation was difficult for him, too. Much of what had gone wrong between them had been her fault; she’d given up on their marriage long before he had.
And when she realized her mistake, it had been too late.
The radio under his jacket crackled with disturbance. “Shark attack, southwest side. Near Skull Rock. Looks like a big one.”
It was a man’s voice, one she didn’t recognize. Sean unclipped his radio and responded with an affirmative, glancing up toward the lighthouse. Beside it, there was a lone figure, waving his arms in the direction of the attack.
Jason flew out of the house, a digital video camera in his hands, his open jacket flapping behind him. There was no more time for negotiation. “Who’s with me?” he said, heading toward the landing.
It went without saying that Sean was. He lived for this.
He started after Jason, following him away from the house. Daniela had to jog to keep up with his long strides. The man at the lighthouse tower also hurried down the path, eager to accompany them.
“Sure you want to see this?” Sean asked over his shoulder. “It’s a bloody mess.”
As soon as he spoke those words, she was assaulted by images from another disturbing scene. Shrieking metal and shattered glass. The warm, wet rush of blood and the agonizing pain spreading through her belly.
“Yes,” she said anyway, fighting to clear her mind of memories. This was a test, like jumping from boat to boat, and failure was not an option. Heart racing, she scrambled along behind him, her feet seeking purchase on the rocky soil.
He should have checked the roster before signing on.
It had never occurred to Sean that his ex-wife would be on the list of researchers. Southeast Farallon was the last place on earth she should be.
He was glad she’d decided to return to the world of the living, but this wasn’t it. In fact, native Californians had called the Farallones “The Islands of the Dead.” The conditions were too extreme for someone who’d gone through what she had.
It was like tossing a soldier with PTSD into a battle demonstration. Only, this was no demonstration.
Maybe after witnessing a twenty-foot shark decapitate an elephant seal, she’d go back to the mainland on the next charter. He hoped so. It wasn’t as if he didn’t wish her the best. It was just that the best thing for her was to be somewhere else. Somewhere peaceful.
She didn’t need to rub her face in carnage to prove to him, or anyone, that she could handle the sight of blood again.
When they all loaded into the whaler, Jason passed the handheld camera to Sean and got behind the wheel. Brent, who’d managed to grab his own video equipment, settled in across from Daniela, and Sean took the space beside her.
Elizabeth operated the crane, lowering them down to the surface of the water.
“You must be Daniela,” Brent said, offering her his hand. “I’m Brent Masterson.”
“Pleased to meet you.”
Although her smile was bland, he scanned her face with undisguised interest, recording every line and angle. Sean knew he was thinking that Daniela would look great on camera. Her big brown eyes and captivating features made her spectacularly photogenic.
As soon as the boat touched the surface, Jason unhooked the chain and revved up the engine, speeding toward Skull Rock.
Sean passed the handheld camera to Daniela. “Film.”
Her cheeks paled. “What?”
“I tag,” Sean said. “Jason drives. You and Brent can film.”
“You’re going to tag it?”
He nodded. “I need my hands free.”
Tagging was a quick, easy process, and Sean could have filmed himself, but getting Daniela behind the lens would be good for her. It was a task to focus on, a small insulation, one step removed from the horror.
“B-be careful,” she mumbled, lifting the video camera to her face.
Even in a state of shock and uncertainty, she was breathtaking. Being with her again was a jolt to his system, as powerful and disturbing as the first time he’d set eyes on her. He remembered that day with perfect clarity.
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