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FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER, ANGEL SAW A SIGHT THAT MADE

her blood run cold.

Floating on the waves, rim side up, was Michael’s hat. Logan saw it a second later.

He cut the motors, leaving one barely idling so he could steer alongside it. Then, leaping off the bridge and clearing her tail, he grabbed a fishing gaff to scoop the hat from the water.

The waves kept it just beyond his reach.

Cursing, Logan tried again—and almost ended up in the ocean.

Which was where she belonged.

Checking first for shark fins, Angel took matters into her own fins and dove over the side. Within seconds she had the hat, and two seconds later, Logan had it.

“Where the hell are they?” His skin blanched beneath his tan as he traced the rim of the hat, such stark pain on his face that Angel couldn’t look at him. Not knowing she was responsible.

“I’ll see what I can find out.”

Ten minutes of searching the ocean floor and finding a fistful of discarded hammerhead teeth gave her a clue—as did the lack of sea l
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