Depths of Salvation (Love on the Edge) by Molly E. Lee Read Free Book Online Page B

you’re asking. Trust me, you’re better off keeping your distance.”
    She licked her lips again and a flare sparked behind her eyes.
    I’d said the wrong thing.
    What should’ve scared her off clearly only made her more intrigued.
    Damn.
    “Please. You can’t be any more dangerous than what I go through on a daily basis.”
    I cracked a smirk at that. “That’s adorable.”
    Her eyes turned to slits. “Do you realize how dangerous ship exploration is? That I was the fifth preservationist approached about this site because four others weighed the risks as too high to take the project on?”
    No shit?
    “Yeah,” she said, reading something I gave away from my silent response. “The Falconer is at a depth that gives us thirty minutes max before we have to return to the halfway point and either break and gas up again, or break and return to surface. One slip of the mind—which is easy with the magnitude of the ship’s possibilities—and it can be lights out real quick. Not to mention the deterioration occurring throughout the inside, making debris and silt fall a real threat or the fact that the only light on the inside is what we take with us. And don’t even get me started on the trio of tiger sharks that like to do swim-bys.”
    The picture she painted only made me want to get to the site quicker. I had a mountain of risks whenever doing my job as well, but this chick? She had such a unique roster of threats it made my mouth water.
    Then it was like someone had punched me in the chest and I couldn’t breathe—the picture of Sadie’s life in danger on the reg like that the culprit. What the hell was that about? I’d known her a day, and she could absolutely be exaggerating.
    “Have I scared you off yet?” She interrupted my thoughts.
    “Nah, darlin’,” I said, shaking my head. “You and I may have different occupations, but danger isn’t new to me.”
    “Then you’ll take this seriously? I can’t afford any foul-ups, and even if you refuse to tell me anything about you, I’d really hate to lose you to the sharks.”
    I managed to contain my laugh, and she flashed me a soft grin.
    Nemo nudged Sadie’s shoulder before standing. “Time to suit up.”
    She nodded. “We’re ten minutes out if you want to get dressed.”
    I watched her as she walked to a storage compartment forty feet away, where Nemo unloaded suits, tanks, and masks. I darted my eyes back and forth as I stood, wondering where she would run off to change. Didn’t have to wait long.
    Sadie slipped her red tank off quickly, revealing a black bikini underneath. Her shorts followed, and I had to clear my throat to loosen the rock that had lodged itself there.
    Did she have to look so fucking delicious? I was supposed to destroy the one thing she cared about most in life, and with every word she spoke, and every piece of clothing she shed, she was making all that money look like chump change.
    “You good?” she asked, one tanned, toned leg inside her wetsuit.
    I blinked a few times and shut my mouth, which I only now realized hung open like a teenaged boy who’d stumbled across a late-night Cinemax show.
    I gave her my signature go-to response when I didn’t know what to say or didn’t want to speak—I shrugged. She shook her head and finished getting ready. I kicked my ass into gear and followed suit.
    The ship came to a slow halt over what I assumed were the coordinates she’d given Ryan yesterday. I trailed her and Nemo to the edge of the ship, the adrenaline I lived for pulsing in my blood. My heart rate jacked as I watched her fall in backward first, then the kid.
    No fear. No hesitation. This woman—she was perfection in a gorgeous package. I didn’t know her well, but it seemed like God had placed her on this island to torture me. Taunt me with a sexy, talented diver who I’d love nothing more to get to know really well—only problem was I was hired to betray her.
    You haven’t even seen her underwater yet. She