Page 17 of Spring Break with a Treasure Hunter
Tonight.
The rain started in the early afternoon, and Robyn encouraged me to go for a massage and spa treatment. Her team was on board in the Intrepid Spa, preparing for a charter coming up in two days. I jumped at the opportunity and pushed open the door to the spa and drew in a breath. The ambiance was exactly like a day spa, if not way better.
“I’m so glad you came,” Robyn greeted me.
“Thank you for the suggestion. I’m looking forward to checking out for a few hours.”
We laughed together.
“That’s what we’re here for. Trisha is going to get you started.” Robyn introduced me to her. “Go, enjoy yourself. I hear we’re having a special dinner tonight. See you then.”
“Again, thanks.” I followed Trisha. The soft music, gentle lighting, and spa scents immediately claimed me, and I was ready for the next few hours of pampering.
When Cork opened the door to their cabin, he stopped dead in his tracks, not prepared for the vision of a naked Daisy standing in front of the mirror, her blond hair cascading down her back in waves. Her green eyes reflecting in the mirror, luminous in the lighting, met his.
“Damn.” His feet felt glued to the floor, but he had the wherewithal to close the door.
She faced him, and his gaze roved over her body. After loving her in the shower this morning, he’d been unable to focus for most of the day and most of his thoughts were on her.
“Hey there. Cat got your tongue?” She smiled and walked to him.
“Uhm, I, ah, have no words.” That was all he could manage and he reached for her.
She stepped into his arms and it was like he was coming home. Like she was a long-lost part of him that made him whole. Cork tightened his hold on Daisy, as unfamiliar emotionsbarreled through him. He rested his cheek on her head and inhaled the scent of her hair, closing his eyes and breathing deep. He didn’t want to let her go. A small voice in the back of his mind whispered…ever.
“How about we get these clothes off you. We don’t have long before dinner.” Her whisper wrapped around him and he would have done anything she asked at that moment.
“If we do that, we may be late for dinner.” Cork lifted his head back and gazed into her upturned face.
She smiled. “Then maybe we could come back here for dessert?” she suggested.
He nodded. “I like that idea. However, having you in my arms like this doesn’t make it easy, you know.”
“We can fix that.” She stepped from his gaze and walked toward the bathroom, casting a glance over her shoulder.
Cork couldn’t decide what to do. Follow her and forget dinner, or get dressed and do as she suggested, bring dessert back to the cabin. Only, his intention for dessert had nothing at all to do with what the chef had prepared. Daisy was his dessert.
Moments later, she came out of the bathroom, dressed, with her hair pinned up on her head.
“This is all I have to wear. Thankfully, during my spa time, my clothes were washed.” She held out her hand. “Shall we?”
He took her hand. “We shall.”
I was enjoyingthe banter around the dinner table. Everyone was having a good time, laughing, and bringing up memories. I didn’t feel left out at all. They included me in the banter and I decided I really liked these people. There weren’t any airs at all. Dinner had been wonderful, delicious, and so was wine. Everything was perfect. I reached for my glass and took a sip.
“Daisy,” Beck said my name.
I raised my eyebrows and turned to him. “Mmm?”
“There’s something I’d like to ask you. This quest that you’re on to find that shipSirena del Mar, from my understanding you been at for quite a while, right?” He had a powerful gaze, intense and formidable. But he didn’t intimidate me. I was curious about what he wanted to say.
I nodded. “As long as I can remember. It was my father’s dream, and he died before…” I trailed off when a wave of grief took hold.
“It’s fine, you don’t need to revisit that part. I’m intrigued by the journey you’ve been on. And how it connected you with Cork.”
I glanced at Cork to see his expression and waited for a reaction. He smiled and nodded slightly.
“We met at the gala fundraiser I hosted few weeks ago at St. William’s Nautical Museum. We bumped into each other on the patio outside and then a few days later on a dive.” I wouldn’t go into details.
