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But Trident Diving couldn’t afford to be picky right now. The company was new and business was slow. Opening Trident in his hometown of Jacksonville, Florida had been a dream years in the making for him and his partners Asher Reynolds and Knox McLemore. Their friendship had been forged in the heat of battle. All of them were ex-Navy SEALs. There was nothing quite like sharing miserable conditions or crawling through a hail of bullets together to make you appreciate someone else’s strengths and how they shored up your weaknesses.
Jackson couldn’t imagine being in business with anyone else. Including his sister, Kennedy, who ran the Trident offices while she finished college, the four of them made an awesome team.
He’d wanted to turn down this job, had even mentioned his concerns to Knox and Asher. There’d been something off about James Lancaster and his offer. Something Jackson hadn’t been able to put his finger on. But Kennedy had quoted their pitiful bank balance to convince him.
He should have gone with his gut.
Now, a hundred feet below the surface of the water, it was too late to listen to instinct. And it was entirely possible that decision was going to cost him his damn life.
Where the hell had they found their explosives guy? And why wasn’t anyone else freaking that he was setting the charges completely wrong?
Jesus Christ! Jackson was going to kill someone when they got back to the surface—assuming he lived that long.
Signaling frantically, he tried to get the attention of one of the other divers, but everyone was ignoring him. Typical. They’d been less than welcoming. Considering he’d stepped in at the last minute to replace someone, that had already pissed him off. James had made it sound as if the injured diver had been hurt on dry land, but Jackson was beginning to wonder.
The problem with the explosives wasn’t the first safety violation he’d seen since coming aboard Emily’s Fortune.
Screw it. He wasn’t about to stick around and let himself or someone else get killed. He’d seen enough death and destruction during his years with the SEALs to last him a lifetime.
He, Knox and Asher could have handled the job, and a hell of a lot more efficiently. Not to mention safely.
And non-compete clause or not, after this he was going to be talking to the client about what he’d seen and making a promise that his company could perform any future work better, safer and cheaper.
Streamlining his body, Jackson streaked toward the rocky outcropping where Brian, the explosives guy, was working and pushed him out of the way. Brian was propelled sideways several feet, enough for Jackson to take his place in front of the charges.
The response he got was expected, an angry glare and an answering shove. He ignored both. Within minutes he had the charges set correctly.
Wrapping a hand around Brian’s arm, Jackson towed him back toward the surface, knowing they needed to get out of blast range. He gave the signal and everyone else on the team followed.
They rose up, blue sky slowly appearing above the waterline.
Jackson broke free, his body bursting up and then sinking back down. He spat the regulator out of his mouth, and was already yelling when the rest of the team surfaced beside him.
After climbing aboard the ship that bobbed several feet away, Jackson shed his equipment piece by piece, heading straight for James Lancaster, the owner and head of their team. He and James had gone a round or two already, so Jackson was fully prepared for this to become heated.
“What the hell happened down there, Duchane?”
“Damn hotshot SEAL thinks he knows every goddamn thing,” Brian hollered from behind him.
Jackson balled his hands into fists in an attempt to keep them by his sides instead of planted in the asshole’s face and growled, “Your idiot demo guy was about to blow every one of us to hell and back. He’d bypassed the trigger so the minute he set the charge it was going to blow.”
He watched James’ eyes widen. Finally.
“That’s bullshit,” Brian sputtered.
The other guys, who up to this point had been silent and watchful, muttered, shifting uncomfortably behind him.
“He just wanted to get his hands on some explosives,” Brian continued.
Jackson took a single menacing step forward. He was quickly losing the slippery hold on his temper. But before he could act, James stepped between them, placing a heavy hand on his shoulder.
“Son,” he started with a calming voice Jackson was so not in the mood to heed. “I think it would be better if we parted ways.”
1
Eight Months Later
LORALEI LANCASTER FORCED back the lump of fear clogging her throat and walked out on the dock.
