Free Treasure Tides (The Coins) by Deniece Greene Page A

him.
Sean had arrived a few hours ago, insisting that he could track the
coin more easily if he were on location. He had continued to tweak the
software each time a
signal was
received from
one of
the coins.
Unfortunately, the signals were still very random and infrequent. They
had set up base camp in the condo at Fort Sumter House.
The last
known coordinates of this particular coin were somewhere east of the
gazebo. Royce had been searching the area in hopes of finding a clue to
what might have happened to the coin after the Witches “zapped” him.
He felt a “zap” of an entirely different kind when saw Becki. He
hadn’t planned on seeing her again-- ever. If his life had been “normal”
he could have--, make that would have , acted on these feelings, and
found out where they would have taken him.
Unfortunately, his life
was far from normal. His life was downright complicated, and so were
the lives of his team. They dealt with forces of good and evil, the stuff
of dreams and nightmares.
His world did not have room for an
innocent, and her world was far too innocent to have room for him.
Royce might have mumbled, but Becki had heard him loud and
clear; “hell no”. Grabbing Natie’s arm, she started walking in the
opposite direction as quickly as her long legs would carry her.
Becki
was not up to being publicly rejected.
This day just kept getting better
and better.
“You’re hurting my arm,” Natie complained.
“The only thing hurting is your nibby nose,” Becki said, calling her
out on the lie. “Hurry up! I promise I will explain it all, but we have to
get out of here.”
“Becki,” Royce roared.
“Keep moving,” Becki urged Natie.
“Becki, I’m calling Uncle Kurt. This guy is pissed, and he could be
crazy as well,” Natie said reaching for the cell phone in the back pocket
of her jeans.
“He’s not crazy, but I think he is pissed,” Becki acknowledged.
“Please don’t call Kurt. They’ve already met, and I don’t think they like
each other.”
“Becki, damn it--” Royce had caught up with the two girls without
ever altering his pace or stride.
Becki
had
no
intention of
acknowledging
him;
her
heart
was
pounding with humiliation and rage.
Royce reached out to catch her
arm in his grasp; she jerked away from him while continuing to charge
ahead, forgetting that she was still dragging Natie along behind her.
Sean caught up with Royce just in time to see one of the two
stunningly beautiful women actually wrench her arm away from him.
Apparently Royce had lost his touch, literally.
“Boss? Do I need to do something?” Sean asked hesitantly.
Women did not generally walk away from the boss.
Normally it was
quite the opposite scenario, women going out of their way to attract his
attention.
Royce didn’t bother to respond. He stalked with great
determination, closely following the retreating women.
“Do you know them?” Sean asked, keeping pace with Royce.
Natie could not believe they were walking away, correction running
away, from not one but two of the best looking men she had seen in-well, ever.
Obviously, Becki knew these men.
She said one of them
had been at her house this morning ? Becki didn’t do mornings, period.
Whatever was playing out here, had Becki on the run, and that too was
out of character for her sister.
“Becki, I’m warning you--” the man with dark hair said ominously.
“They are still following us,” Natie needlessly pointed out, curiosity
killing her. This mystery needed to be solved, right now; enough was
enough. Taking a deep breath, Natie planted her feet, refusing to budge
another inch.
Becki stumbled, and would have fallen if the Adonis with green eyes,
raven hair, and a perfect ass, hadn’t caught her in his arms.
“Are you alright?” Royce asked Becki as he steadied her on her feet.
Becki glared at him with narrowed eyes, which seriously lost their
hateful effect as soon as they filled with tears, “As if you give a flying