Siren's Call

by Devyn Quinn

  “I’ll be glad to cook more often, as long as I get to watch two pretty ladies clean up the mess,” he offered.

  Putting away the last of the dishes, Addison flipped the damp dish towel over her shoulder. By the look on her face, she was about to say something totally inappropriate when a newcomer arrived. Without warning, the back door flew open.

  Gwen sailed in. Sunglasses perched on top of her head, she was dressed in one of the fashionable business suits he’d come to recognize as her human uniform. The long sleeves of her blazer and her slacks hid the markings she seemed determined to keep from the world. For all intents and purposes, Gwen Lonike lived as a human being. Like Tessa, Addison made no attempt to hide hers. The younger woman’s punk persona and cocky attitude suited the idea that she was a tattooed badass.

  Sniffing the still fragrant air, Gwen looked around. The kitchen had been thoroughly cleaned, everything put back in its place. She groaned. “Why do I miss the good stuff?”

  “Maybe ’cause you don’t live here anymore,” Addison ventured sensibly. “But, man, do I have some juicy gossip for you.”

  Tessa shot Addison a glare hot enough to scald. “Don’t say a frickin’ word if you want to live.” A double-hot look landed on Kenneth. “Same goes for you.”

  Kenneth raised his hands. “I know nothing,” he mumbled, taking on a comic accent. “I’m just the handyman.” He really didn’t want Tessa to follow through with her earlier threat to toss him back in the bay. He doubted he’d come up a second time.

  Lightening her glare to a look of annoyance, Tessa looked to Gwen. “What are you even doing here anyway? I don’t see you two for months, and now the place is Grand Central Station at noon.”

  Gwen waved a distracted hand. “I wanted to be the first to tell you.”

  Tessa stiffened. “Tell me what? If it’s about the taxes, I’ve already written the check.”

  “No, it’s not about that. It’s something bigger.”

  Tessa snorted inelegantly and shook her head. “We’re not selling our home, either.”

  Gwen frowned, tipping her chin to a pugnacious angle. “Shut up for a minute, would you? You’re not listening to a thing I’m saying.”

  Gaze growing wary, Tessa crossed her arms. “You haven’t said anything worth listening to.”

  “I’m about to.” Gwen took a breath. “It’s Jake. He’s back in town and he wants to see us. All of us.”

  Chapter 8

  Two hours later, all four of them were standing on the dock like bystanders waiting for the parade to start. Lucky’s skiff was puttering toward the island, and on board was the last man Tessa wanted to see in the world.

  “Why did you tell him he could come here?” she grumbled to Gwen. She really didn’t want to lay eyes on the man again. She hadn’t seen him since the day he’d dumped her, which had probably been for the best. It had made the break cleaner, though no easier to deal with. “Considering how he tried to exploit us, you should have told him to take a flying leap.”

  Eyes shielded behind an impenetrable pair of sunglasses, Gwen kept her eyes fixed straight ahead. “I did consider that. But it’s actually because of you that I told him to come over.”

  Tessa felt her stomach drop to the ground. “Me? If you think having him say I’m sorry now is going to make things all better, you’re wrong.”

  “It’s not Jake I’m thinking about, Tess,” Gwen told her. “It’s what he says he has I’m interested in. I think you will be, too.”

  Tessa sniffed. “He’s got nothing I want.”

  Addison leaned over, bumping Gwen’s shoulder with her own. “What’s he got?”

  “A few days ago he sent an e- mail telling me he was about to break his theory wide-open. He says he’s found indisputable proof in some artifacts brought up from a recent recovery.”

  “Artifacts, my ass.” Tessa rolled her eyes. “We’ve heard that one before. And hell would freeze over before I’d help him prove them true.”

  As an archaeologist, Jake Massey had centered his studies on lost civilizations and their rediscovery. In academia that was perfectly acceptable, as many of his colleagues also searched for the same elusive destinations throughout the world.

  After he’d ended their relationship, Jake had begun to present a series of lectures about lost sea-based civilizations like Atlantis and Ishaldi, claiming in his course program that such places had actually existed.

  On paper his thesis sounded plausible, and was actually published in Archaeology Today, a bimonthly magazine for professionals in the field. He’d based his research on the accounts of several excerpts reputedly penned by the Greek philosopher and mathematician Hypatia of Alexandria.

  The rediscovery of Hypatia’s work—which had been previously considered forever lost—occurred in the earlier part of the eighteenth century. At first archaeologists of the time had been immensely excited by her account of a sea- born people. Unfortunately, her work was later judged to be pale imitations of others such as Plato, and her account of the vanished isle of Ishaldi was believed to be no more than a romanticized version of Plato’s account of the sinking of Atlantis.

  Judging her version to be utterly authentic, Jake had taken his theory a step further, adding that lost civilization had actually been founded by an intelligent nonhuman species.

  A species he claimed survived to this very day.

  Addison leaned in close. “You know he ended up getting bounced out of U Maine a few years ago because of his support of the”—she raised her hands and made quote marks with her fingers—“ ‘intelligent nonhuman species’ he says exists. I heard he lost his sea grants shortly after for lack of hard evidence. The scientific community blasted his theories as no more than junk science.”

  Folding her arms over her chest, Tessa nodded smugly. “Serves him right to try to take advantage of us like that.”

  Listening quietly to their conversation, Kenneth raised a brow. “He told people about you?”

  Though there’d been no real reason to include him in their meeting with Jake, there hadn’t been a reason to exclude him, either. After all, he did know they were mermaids.

  “He did it purely to advance his career,” Gwen said, answering his question. “Fortunately, it seems to have backfired on him.”

  “Man, did it ever.” Addison rolled her eyes. “According to the last gossip I heard around town, he’d gotten a job working as chief archaeologist with a group called Recoveries, Inc., which is supposedly working toward the recovery and conservation of underwater artifacts.”

  Tessa frowned. “In other words, he’s a fucking treasure hunter.”

  Addison patted her arm. “Don’t worry. Whatever he’s got up his sleeve, we’re here to cut him off at the pass,” she said, unintentionally mixing her metaphors.

  “Jake’s e- mail said he has proof beyond a doubt about our origins,” Gwen warned. “He promised we’d be the first to see what he’s found.” She pressed a hand to her forehead. “If something’s about to break, we need to know.”

  Tessa shrugged. “I see no reason to panic, Gwen. I really doubt whatever his so-called discovery is even concerns us. If it were really anything groundbreaking, he’d be front and center on the six o’clock news.”

  “Oh, an exposé on the secret lives of mermaids.” Addison giggled and grinned. “We’d be stars.”

  “I don’t think it’s funny,” Gwen huffed through a deep frown. “I have a business to run and a reputation to uphold. That’s the reason we keep things on the QT. In this world, different is not acceptable to most people.” She shot a glance at Tessa. “And it’s why we should keep our tails tucked away out of sight.”

  Tessa shrugged helplessly. “I was going to marry the man,” she started to say in her own defense. “How was I supposed to know he’d be a total mercenary bastard?”

  “Uh, excuse me.” Gwen pointed at Kenneth. “So this is your next husband?”

  Tessa elbowed Addison. “Big mouth.”

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sp; Grinning, Addison elbowed back. “She wanted to know how you two were getting along.” She tried to affect an angelic expression, but it came out as all mischief. “I simply told the truth.”

  Kenneth lifted his hands as if to ward off blows. “And I’m not saying one freaking word about anything. I’d like to keep my job, thanks very much.”

  Tessa covered her face with her hands. “Great,” she muttered. “Just great.” This was already shaping up to be a hell of a day.

  Everyone watched as Lucky guided the skiff up to the dock. This time the old boat wasn’t carrying supplies, but a single passenger.

  A tall man clad in slacks, a crisp white shirt, and a trendy blazer stepped onto the dock. His face was all hollows and angles, male-model perfect. He had shoulder-length blond hair tied at the nape of his neck in that trendy metrosexual style, and a day’s worth of stubble covered his face. He looked like a preppy academic slumming among the regular folk.

  Tessa’s stomach did a dozen fast cartwheels. Oh, man. Jake Massey was so hot—and so not her type. When they first started dating, she’d been impressed by his intelligence and well-spoken manner. But darkness lurked behind his hundred-watt smile and charming facade. She’d learned the hard way that the only person Jake was interested in taking care of was himself.

  Jake slipped off a pair of expensive designer sunglasses, tucking them in the pocket of his blazer. His piercing gaze regarded her with intimate familiarity. His smile beamed out of his deeply tanned face. The power behind it was meant to send a woman straight to her knees. “Tessa, darling, it’s been so long since I’ve seen you.”

  Tessa’s back stiffened. There was something distinctly phony in his greeting, as if they’d parted on the best of terms and were the dearest of friends. It was all she could do not to rip that pretty smile off his face and toss it in the bay.

  Acrimonious feelings welled up from all sides, swamping her. How dare he, she seethed.

  The liar. The hypocrite. The bastard.

  Her fists clenched, fingernails digging into her palms. “As I recall, that was entirely your choice.” An undertone of rebellion sounded clearly in her voice.

  Jake stepped forward and pulled her toward him. His touch seared into her skin. “Let’s just forgive and forget, shall we?” His lips brushed her cheek. “I’ve been dying to see you.”

  Tessa twisted out of his grasp. “There’s only one thing I’ve been dying to do to you!” Before she could think the action through, her hand flew straight for his face. Her open palm connected with his cheek. A sound like a shot echoed across the bay.

  Man, that felt good.

  Rubbing his stinging cheek, Jake eyed her from head to foot. A slow grin parted his sensual mouth. “I suppose I deserved that.”

  “You’re fucking right you did, you conniving bastard!” Jaw thrust out, Tessa’s voice chilled with offense. Suddenly, she felt filled with a torrent of indefinable strength and anger.

  Her words seemed to amuse Jake. His sardonic grin lit up his electric blue eyes. “Did it make you feel any better?”

  Tessa refused to back down or let him see her waver. What the hell is he grinning about? She gritted her teeth. “Yes.” She lifted her hand again. “Just as soon as I get a few more licks in.”

  Gwen caught her hand. “Let it go, Tess. The damage can’t be undone. It’s time to move on.”

  Jake grinned at her. “Once you see what I’ve got, I think all will be forgiven.”

  Tessa’s pulse picked up speed. “That’s not likely.”

  His smile faded. “Putting you and me aside—”

  Tessa resisted the urge to roll her eyes, then decided the action perfectly suited the moment. “Considering you walked out on me the night before our wedding, that’s kind of hard for me to do.”

  Jake bent, closing the distance between them. “I’ll admit up-front that I made a mistake, Tess. At least give me the benefit of the doubt. I’ve come back to try to make things right.” He spoke with tense directness. A bit of his former bravado seemed to have faded.

  Frowning, Tessa stepped back and skewered him with her most scathing look. On the surface Jake was so damn appealing, with those blue eyes and cleft in his chin. But looks were only skin deep. On the inside, he was a manipulator. A user.

  The last thing she needed was for Jake to try to walk back into her life. She’d been fooled once. She didn’t intend to be fooled a second time.

  Tessa hit her forehead with the heel of her hand. “You’ll never be able to fix that one, Jake. As it is, it’ll take a hell of a lot of work for you to earn back everyone’s trust.”

  “That’s not as far-fetched as you may think, Tess,” he said. “Just give me a second chance.”

  “Like you deserve one,” she sniffed.

  Addison stepped up. “I heard you got bounced out of the university on your ass.” She waggled mocking brows. “Everyone thinks you’re a nut now.”

  Jake regarded Addison through a cool gaze. “It’s not going to be that way much longer, Addie. The one thing archaeology absolutely demands is hard evidence. It took a while to get it, but this time I’ve got solid proof.”

  Gwen interrupted. “I’ve told the girls about your discovery. As you can imagine, we’re all eager to see it.”

  “Of course.” Jake gestured toward the skiff. A large wooden packing crate had been lashed in the center of the boat. “I’ve actually been very anxious to get the artifacts here for you to examine.”

  Gwen nodded. “Let’s get them unloaded.”

  Jake shifted his stance. “Well, then, let’s not have any further delays.” His gaze fell on Kenneth, taking in the plainclothes of a workingman. “You, there.” He snapped his fingers like the lord of the manor. “Get that crate, will you?”

  Kenneth shrugged. “Sure.”

  Jake watched him go by, stepping down into the skiff. Lucky helped him heft the crate onto the dock. “Careful now, you—” He snapped his fingers again. “What is your name?”

  Kenneth clamored back onto the dock. “Kenneth Randall,” he said affably, offering his hand. “I’m the handyman.”

  Jake ignored his offering, rubbing his hands together. “By the looks of these rotten boards on the deck, you’re not very handy.”

  Tessa’s jaw tightened. Jake had always flaunted his superior attitude, treating people who worked blue-collar jobs as though they were a lesser species. Their only function was to serve him. In other words, he was just plain rude. She wondered what she’d ever found attractive about the man. The old saying of love is blind must be absolutely true. Amazing how a little time and distance could open a person’s eyes.

  Her mouth quirked down. Hindsight is always twenty-twenty. There was no way she was going to let Jake treat Kenneth like a doormat to be walked all over. Tessa cleared her throat. “Actually Kenneth’s my boyfriend.”

  The lie popped out easily and naturally. Walking up to join him, she put her arm around his waist. “He’s just moved in.”

  Jake’s brows rose. His expression darkened subtly, taking on strain and tension. Her statement had clearly taken him by surprise. “Well, this is quite something I hadn’t expected.”

  Kenneth’s mouth curved in a slight smile of befuddlement. “You could have knocked me over with a feather.” Patting her on the rear, he eyed her closely. “In fact, I’m always wondering what she’ll do next.”

  The feel of Kenneth’s hand on her ass jolted Tessa. Earlier she’d told him she needed her distance. Now she was pawing all over him. Thankfully, he seemed willing to go along with it.

  Jake had done her wrong, no doubt about it. She wanted him to see she’d gotten over the heartbreak, had moved on. Kenneth’s arrival had helped jolt her out of lethargy. It was time to drain the black pool of her depression and get back to walking among the living.

  “We’ve got a ton of plans for the house,” Tessa added, verbally pushing the thorn a little deeper into Jake’s side. “It’s just come to the point where it was easier to m
ove in together.”

  Jake’s knee-weakening smile brightened, albeit reluctantly. “Lucky man,” he said, detouring around her news by refusing to address it. “But let’s get back to the subject at hand.” He gestured toward the crate. “If Ken will just give me a hand with this, we’ll get it inside.”

  Sliding a crowbar in between the seams of the crate, Kenneth gave the tool a sharp upward jerk. Nails holding the lid in place gave way to the pressure, separating from the wood.

  Jake, of course, was supervising. “Try not to crack the wood when you lift the lid.” Staring down his nose, he delivered his instructions in a crisp voice untainted by any local inflection.

  Shooting Jake a quick glance, Kenneth narrowed his eyes. I don’t see a damn thing in him. Of all the men he’d imagined Tessa might be attracted to, this prissy girlie man with his fashionable blazer and perfectly creased slacks didn’t seem to be her type at all.

  Kenneth moved to the second corner. “Whatever you say, boss.” He repeated the action, easily prying the nails out of the wood.

  “Careful, please,” Jake chimed in again. “It’s vital you don’t damage the items inside.”

  Biting down on his tongue to keep from laughing at the pompous ass, Kenneth repeated the action on the other two sides. He lifted the lid off the crate and set it aside. “I think I managed to not break anything.”

  The girls had cleared the center of the living room, giving him ample space to work. Standing at the perimeter, the three sisters peered anxiously at the crate. By the looks on their faces, some strange and terrible creature had entered the house. One they clearly did not welcome.

  Jake glanced at Kenneth, then cut a look to the three sisters. “Since you’re a couple, I’m going to assume he’s in the know.”

  Tessa looked at Kenneth. Frowning a little, she nevertheless nodded. “He’s aware we’re mermaids.”