Page 11 of Until Hanna

“Not quite.” He laughs his eyes dropping to my mouth for a brief moment. “It does have treasure on it, but it was a merchant ship that sank back in the 1500s on its return to London from Spain.”

“Wow, and they just found it now?”

“The ocean is vast, baby. They searched for years for the site, but until a fishing vessel pulled up the anchor while trolling last year, no one was sure where the ship went down.”

“So, you’re deep-sea diving for treasure?”

“Yeah, except I don’t keep anything I find, and the company who hired us won’t likely keep much of it either, since it still belongs to the crown.”

“That sucks.”

“A little, but the guys who are running the operation have bought everything they could ever want and are bored out of their minds, with money to burn, so this is essentially a very expensive hobby for them.”

“Aww, poor them. It must totally blow to be super rich.” I roll my eyes, and he laughs. “So have you found anything at the site?”

“We’ve found about a million dollars in gold, but there was supposedly close to a billion dollars’—in today’s money—worth of gold, silver, and jewels on board.”

“How do they know that?”

“It was logged. Plus, the captain of the ship and twenty-eight of the men on board survived the accident and were rescued when the ship sank.”

“So, the captain could have staged the accident with twenty-eight of his closest friends and hid the gold and jewels away somewhere.”

“I guess anything is possible.” He smiles, then turns to look to his right, and I follow his gaze. When I see the men who were with him on the plane walking toward us, my nerves, which had finally settled, immediately kick back in.

Standing with him, he places his arm around my waist, curling his fingers around my hip in a possessive hold as his friends get closer. Like Walker, both of them are dressed in all black and are gorgeous, and seeing the three of them together, I’m sure they regularly create chaos wherever they go just from how good-looking they all are.

“Hanna, this is Otto and Ham. You guys remember Hanna.”

“How could we forget flight attendant girl?” Otto, who is tall and blond with boyish good looks and an accent that sound French, smiles.

“Hanna.” Ham dips his chin, sounding as American as Walker and me, and his almost-black hair falls slightly over his forehead. There’s not even a hint of a smile, but I don’t think it’s because I’m here. I get the feeling it’s just his way.

“Thanks for letting me tag along to dinner.” I smile, and Walker gives my hip where his hand is resting a squeeze.

“Speaking of dinner—” Walker lifts his wrist to look at his watch. “—we should probably head over to the restaurant before they give our table away.”

“Are you going to the show tonight?” Otto looks at me over his shoulder as Walker and I follow him and Ham back into the hotel. “The DJ that’s performing is fucking amazing.”

“Umm…” I shake my head. “Probably not. I have a reservation to go snorkeling in the morning. It’s really early, so I don’t want to miss it.”

“That’s cool.” He glances between Walker and me. “But why would you pay someone for that when you have three of the best divers in the world right here?”

“I—”

“We should rent a boat,” he cuts me off and looks over at Ham. “And we could invite those chicks we hung out with last night by the pool.”

Ugh, that ugly feeling tightening around my insides that I have no right to is super annoying. “That would be fun, but I’ve already paid for my excursion.”

“Get your money back.”

“I don’t think it works like that.” I laugh. “Plus, you guys are going out tonight, and I want to go early, since I was told that’s when I have the best chance of seeing some of the more unusual fish,” I tell him as we walk down a long hall with black marble floors and deep-red walls showcasing different pieces of floral art.

“They’regoing out,” Walker cuts in, and I look up at him.

“Pardon?”

“The whole club scene is Otto’s thing, and Ham is going with him, because we’ve had to bail him out of jail when he’s drank too much and done stupid shit.Twice.”

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