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door firmly behind him and looked down at her with a dangerous gleam in his eye as he pointed the ice-cold spray right at her breasts. “Payback’s a bitch.”

CHAPTER TWO
    SHE GASPED AS the water hit her, honey gold eyes flying open as she held her hands up to stave off the shock.
    “You know my name?” she sputtered, backing up.
    Con didn’t answer but moved the nozzle to target that shapely little bicep she’d splattered. “Does it burn anywhere at all?”
    She shook her head, a mop of shoulder-length blond curls already dampening from splashed water. “You?”
    As if she cared, the treacherous little thief. “No, but like I said, that stuff can sneak up on you.”
    “Kind of like you did,” she shot back. “What were you doing in there, anyway?”
    A pretty treacherous little thief, with beautiful pink nipples that were beading up like pebbles before his eyes. “I heard you go in.”
    “There’s no way,” she said under her breath.
    “There’s a way,” he assured her. No matter how silent she thought she’d been, Con could hear. He’d heard her breathe when she passed the bunk. He’d heard the key in the lock. And she, of course, never heard him follow her.
    Could it be this easy? Could he have found his target less than three hours after he climbed on board?
    “Other arm, Lizzie.”
    Her cunning eyes narrowed, forming a delicate crease that pointed straight to a pixie nose and a heart-shaped face that looked far too innocent and appealing to be a criminal’s. Looks could be so deceiving.
    Hesitantly, she stretched out her arm for washing. “How do you know my name?”
    “I was given a list of crew members when I signed on.”
    “There are four women on this boat.”
    “And only one is five-four and a hundred and ten pounds.” A hundred and ten well-distributed, nicely proportioned, sweet little pounds of trouble .
    “The list had our heights and weights?”
    “I’m thorough.” Water sluiced over her breasts and down a clenched stomach. “This leg got hit, didn’t it?” he asked. “There were holes in your pants on your right leg.”
    “Yes.” She offered him her thigh, and he studied it for signs of burn dots. He saw none and his gaze moved up to the narrow strip of darkened hair between her legs. Beautiful, feminine, and wet.
    No surprise, his cock stirred.
    “Turn around,” he said sharply, using his free hand on her shoulder to get her in the other direction.
    When she did, he lingered over her back, taut and toned, straight down to a high, round ass.
    “At least you’re smart enough to take the treatment and not go all modest on me.” So he could be equally smart, and not let his body respond to the visuals.
    “I live on boats with divers for months at a time. Most of them are men, and all of our days are spent in bathing suits. I lost my modesty years ago.”
    He called up his mental file of Elizabeth Dare. Daughter of famed salvager Malcolm Dare. Highly skilled SCUBA diver with a recognized expertise in treasure hunting. Thirty, single, and commonly known as Lizzie.
    It didn’t say anything about smart-mouthed, prettyfaced, or smooth-assed. And Lucy thought she was so damn thorough.
    He aimed the spray right between her legs, drinking in the curves of her heart-shaped behind.
    “It’s a shame I have to turn you in tomorrow morning.”
    “Turn me in?” She spun around, eyes on fire. “I wasn’t doing anything wrong.”
    He just lifted a brow and turned the spray to his shoulder where a few drops of the acid had splashed on his T-shirt. “You were breaking and entering the cleaning lab and about to help yourself to the treasure. Define wrong for Mr. Paxton.”
    “Paxton?” She rolled her eyes. “That explains it. And I thought you might be one of the good guys.”
    “You thought wrong.”
    She grabbed the spray nozzle. “Here, let me get your back.”
    He relinquished the showerhead, turning so she could see if he had any acid burns on the back of his