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He turned around to face her, his shirt still open. His unruly hair was mussed even though he’d tied back the top to keep it out of his face. He crossed his arms, giving her a nice showing of his forearms. His expression made it clear that he had no idea how sexy he was.
Maybe getting him alone was a huge mistake.
She pressed her lips together, gathering her thoughts, then whispered, “Is there something I should know about that you can’t discuss in front of my friend? I don’t get it. If we sail all that way and there’s nothing there, that’s on me, not you. What are you afraid of?”
He leaned in closer, keeping his voice down. She tried not to notice the way he smelled like leather and brandy. Too late.
“I’m not afraid. I’m fucking exhausted.” He straightened, putting more distance between them. “I don’t know how much you know about sailing a Spanish galleon, but it’s physically taxing and the last time we took the Sea Dog out, she almost didn’t make it back home. Forgive me for wanting to avoid another damned disaster.”
She frowned, her brows pinching together. “You think we’re going to hit a storm.” Over the years as she’d opened her third eye and developed her psychic gifts, she’d grown to recognize the “knowing” and trust it. And suddenly the image from her dream of a city built of concentric circles surrounded by water-filled her mind’s eye. “You’re worried we might actually find Atlantis.”
He shook his head, his brow furrowing. “Impossible. It’s fiction.”
So he said.
She’d seen that spark in his eyes before he could bury it. She was on to something. “You’re trying so hard to cling to that belief, aren’t you?” Her crown chakra was wide open, her connection to spirit giving her the extra insight she needed as the pieces came together. “That last trip you took with your crew really has you shaken up.”
Suddenly she saw a tarot card in her mind. The nine of swords. And then it all made sense. He was so burdened with his worries…
“You can’t sleep.” She gestured to the gadgets on the counter. “That’s why you’re buying all this stuff off TV. You’re running from something.”
He blinked, staring at her like she’d grown an extra head. “How could you…”
Diana shrugged and crossed her arms, her hip jutting to the side. “I could tell you I’m intuitive and psychic, but you can’t test that with science, so…”
He came closer, and she took a step back until her ass bumped into the counter. He searched her eyes and his raw whisper tugged at her heart. “It’s not that I can’t sleep. I won’t.”
She raised a brow. “Everyone has to sleep.”
“I can’t die.” He shook his head. “That makes sleeping optional. I just need to keep busy.” He broke eye contact, focusing on the kitchen floor. “Why are you really here? The crew already voted to take the journey.”
She reached up to touch his cheek and he froze as if time itself had stopped. She couldn’t breathe, but it had been an instinctive ache to soothe his pain.
His skin was still warm from his earlier workout as she waited for his eyes to meet hers. The moment his gaze lifted to her face, her heart stuttered. She swallowed the lump in her throat and whispered, “I’m counting on you to get me to the coordinates. Can you do that?”
He studied her face and finally nodded. “Aye.”
She started to lower her hand and turned to leave, but he caught it in his, the touch sending a jolt of awareness through her bloodstream.
His voice was deep and solid in spite of his exhaustion. “Don’t go.”
She raised a brow. “Give me a reason to stay.”
A muscle clenched in his cheek. “I had a dream too.”
