Jameson's Salvation (Gemini Group Book 2)
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Jameson shot his friend a what the fuck look and waited for his answer.
“I got nothing against you. I told Alec and the Lieutenant Commander with you in attendance, I think you lack experience. Not that you weren’t good at your job or incompetent, but the operation needs something you don’t have and that’s experience and finesse.”
“Well, thanks to you, I’ve been pulled. Which is utter bullshit, Weston. I brought this to the Coast Guard. I sat through months of meetings with Alec Hall. And all of a sudden, hotshot know-it-all Weston Beil barges in and takes over. Screw you.”
Everyone’s head in the room bounced back to Weston and waited for his reply.
“If you think that, you lack more than experience, you also lack common sense and self-control. Two more things needed to run the op.”
“I know these waterways better than anyone. I grew up on them. I have more hours on the water and piloting vessels down river than anyone else on the team. And most certainly more than you.”
A few pieces of the puzzle clicked into place. Silver was the maritime pilot Weston had recommended being removed from the next month’s contract. Her name hadn’t been in the file Jameson had.
“Oh boy,” Kennedy mumbled next to him.
“Oh shit’s more like it.” Jameson put his arm around his woman and pulled her close. “Buckle up, babe, I see explosion in our future.”
“I like that.” Kennedy smiled up at him.
“Which part? That there’s never a dull moment?”
“No. The part about our future.”
Jameson closed his eyes on a slow blink and when Kennedy’s smile came back into view his chest ached with all the happiness in it threatening to detonate.
“It’s bright and sunny with calm seas from here on out,” Jameson told her.
“Maybe for us. But I think Weston’s seas just got stormy.”
Kennedy wasn’t wrong. Weston’s eyes were cloudy and alert at the same time and Jameson had a feeling it had less to do with their next contract and everything to do with the very pretty woman, Silver.
Jameson held his woman close, thinking he almost had it all. The only two things that were left were slipping his ring on her finger and putting babies in her belly.
And that would happen soon enough.
36
Silver
Weston Beil was infuriating.
And what made everything worse was he’d been semi-right. Not that I lacked experience, because I didn’t. I had more time on the water than every man on the team Weston had put together, including the members of the Coast Guard.
I’d grown up on the water. Literally. I’d lived on a boat since the day I was born. My dad was an adventure diver and instructor and part-time treasure hunter. Whatever money-making scheme he’d had always revolved around the water. Since birth, my father had been grooming me to take over his business.
Not that I had taken over my dad’s diving company or decided to be a treasure hunter—instead I’d opted for a career as a professional mariner. A career path that at the moment was debatably the wrong choice.
I was sure my father was probably out cruising the beautiful cerulean waters of the Caribbean enjoying the view from his wheelhouse while I was currently handcuffed to a water pipe in the hull of a motor yacht.
Good times.
That was the part Weston had been correct about.
He’d warned me, the operation to stop the drug trafficking was dangerous. He’d repeated ad nauseam that criminals, and most certainly drug dealers, did not take kindly to their racket being stopped.
So, Mr. Know-It-All Weston Beil had been right. And the taste of crow made my stomach roil. Which sucked, because if I got out of this alive, I’d be eating a huge plateful.
The yacht rocked back and forth, a motion I’d always been accustomed to but that now was making me queasy, as I tried to figure out a way out of this mess.
I had no idea what the captain and the first mate had planned for me, but considering I was surrounded by bricks of cocaine; I didn’t figure it’d be pleasant.
No one was coming to my rescue. If I wanted to live, it would be up to me.
Damn, I wished Weston were there, and that thought churned my belly for a variety of reasons. I was not and had never been a helpless female and I wouldn’t turn into one now. But I couldn’t deny the big man was strong and the air of danger that surrounded him was intoxicating. Had he not been such a dick, I would’ve said he was probably the hottest man I’d ever laid eyes on.
Weston would know what to do. The captain wouldn’t have been able to overpower him and handcuff him to a fucking pipe.
Shouting upstairs had me shrinking back against the steel.
I needed to hurry up and figure something out before I turned into fish food.
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