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her? Mermaid, siren, goddess of the sea.
Or a mishap of nature.
    Whatever the term, it would not matter. To
transform in daylight equated a prison sentence where she’d be
captured, studied, and kept locked away. Alone.
    So she never dated, never swam in the
daylight, and never once imagined she’d have an excuse to risk her
secret. Until now.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter Four
     
    Wyatt had parked behind Marissa, watching
her for several minutes and still he couldn’t get over being around
her. She’d seemed frozen as she had stared at the ocean. That
quality sunk in deep. Rarely had he found another person mesmerized
by sea. It was the reason he built condos on beachfront property.
His excuse to be constantly near the sea, in all its glorious
forms. He and his parents had lived on a sailboat docked at the
marina. Starting in childhood, his father had taught him how to
sail, snorkel, and navigate by the stars. Then on his twelfth
birthday, his parents had introduced him to the quiet, magical
world by teaching him how to dive. Alone under water, he’d felt a
bond with the ocean. He loved the feel of the sand and saltwater.
His destiny and one he never fought but carefully propagated into
an international business. No need to tell Fortune his secret
reason for success.
    Now, ever since he’d
followed Sinclair down a hall and was left standing in the doorway
with a pair of bewitching, aqua eyes staring back at him, his only
thought was damn it had been a long time
since he’d gotten lost .
    His head still spun from the rapid-fire
questions Marissa had launched inside her office. He could tell
after spending five seconds with her, this woman didn’t mess
around. Not across a conference table and not with a man who was
her client. But hell, he wished the last part was negotiable.
    They’d left her office, and he was supposed
to meet her at the first property, except Hannah had called with a
series of construction loan questions and he’d lost his
concentration. He’d gritted his teeth, watching Marissa drive off
while he was stuck at a red light. Something in him didn’t want her
to leave his sight.
    Even now, he frowned, gazing out over the
rolling waves. It had been too long since he’d lost track of the
finish line. His back was to Marissa, but there was no mistaking
what lay underneath the dark suit, lack of outer trappings, the
no-frills shoes she wore. Since the first time they’d met, his
dazed brain was saturated by Marissa. Grappling with her impact, he
was unable to pinpoint a specific detail overpowering him. His cock
seconded a motion to look closer. Much closer. He didn’t know how,
yet he’d bet his beach property that soon they’d be lovers. He’d do
whatever it took to move well beyond any form of wishful
thinking.
    He watched the water swirling around his
ankles. He dug his toes into the sand, unable to recall the last
time he’d done anything similar. Something in him synchronized
being near Marissa and the ocean. A tidal swelling or just a crazy
feeling. Either way, she was key.
    He glanced back at her and softly swore,
“Jesus Christ.”
    She was bending at the
waist giving him an eyeful of lush curves. At this rate, he might
as well dive right into the Atlantic waves to cool off. Pronto.
    The woman was too good to be true. From the
way she had looked over her glasses to the far-away glaze that had
come over her face, she held herself apart as if carried away in
deep thought more than a few times. He’d give plenty to learn the
secrets she labored over. She didn’t smile much. The rare occasion
Miss Silverpointe had graced him with a grin lanced him in a way
that reminded him of when he’d been free and unconstrained by a
choke-hold of constant construction site problems.
    Marissa Silverpointe. He almost laughed out
loud at how she had glossed over his dinner invitation. She’d be a
pleasure to watch operate. Bet her dainty feathers rarely got
ruffled. Bet she was counting the