case with an old copper cup, giving Caine a perfect view of her profile. Time had done nothing to mar her beauty. The fine lines around her eyes and worry around her lips only added to her allure.
He regretted that the excavation had taken longer than he planned. He just wished that he could make her see why it was so important for their future. People said that they didn’t care about money, but after a day or two of living off the streets, even the most romantic changed their minds. Money made the world go ‘round. If you didn’t have any, well, then you were better off dead.
Caine wanted to tell her how Rex had betrayed them both by destroying the note and taking her family’s savings. He wanted to tell her that everything would be all right. He’d get her money back and neither one of them would ever have to worry about finances again.
He wanted to tell her so many things, but was afraid of her reaction. She was right when she had said that people changed. She might look the same, but Caine knew her heart had hardened toward him. Unfortunately, he only had one week to soften it.
Before he realized what he was doing, he was stepping out from the shadows. “You were supposed to stay in your room.”
She looked up from the glass. “You never said that.”
“I told you not to go out by yourself.”
“You told me not to go to my room by myself. You never said what I could or couldn’t do once I got there.”
Caine steeled his jaw and tried to push aside his anger. Bickering would get him nowhere. He wanted to bridge the gap between them, not make it wider.
“Besides,” she said, returning her gaze to the glass. “Simone had told me about these artifacts. I wanted to see them for myself.”
He hesitated a moment before responding. “We found that a few weeks ago.”
Jenna glanced up from the copper cup and stared at him with skeptical eyes. “You’re kidding.”
“Nope.” As he stepped closer to the case, her fresh scent surrounded him, causing memories to surface of those lazy days they had spent in St. Lucia.
“Yes,” he said, forcing his gaze away from her to look at the cup. “In fact, Rex and I have collected most of the artifacts in this room.”
“How?”
He glanced at her curious expression. “How do you think?”
She turned away from the case and crossed her arms. “You’re a Human Resource Manager.”
“Ah, that. Yes.” He felt heat rise to his cheeks and cleared his throat. “That’s not my real job.”
“No kidding.” He jutted her hip out to the side, causing fresh need to surge through Caine’s body.
Caine made a show of glancing around the room. “The person who owns all of this hired both me and Rex to excavate a wreck not far from the island.”
“Mr. Vardalos.”
Caine nodded.
“But you aren’t excavators.”
“You’d be surprised. There’s a lot you don’t know about me, Jenna.”
“I guess.” She turned back to the case, her jaw set. “I mean, I thought I knew you, but I guess two people can’t really know each other after only a couple of months, can they?”
Caine took in a deep breath to steady his nerves. “Rex and I are professional treasure hunters.”
She jerked her head up to meet his gaze. “Treasure hunters? Like Indiana Jones?”
Caine smirked. “Something like that.” He didn’t elaborate. She didn’t need to know that this was the first time their findings had been catalogued and set behind glass. Before this, he and Rex would just hock the artifacts to the highest bidder. “Sometimes the waters aren’t kind, or the local government gets in the way. It’s during that time that we look for odd jobs to pay the bills.”
“That’s why you worked for two months at Scuba Adventures,” she said, turning back to the glass.
“We were between jobs at the time and needed the cash.”
She ran her finger over the glass, drawing something only she could see. “That explains a lot, then.”
“How so?”
She shrugged and