life in the orphanage, and again in her brief marriage. Sheâd promised herself sheâd never live that way again and yet here she was.
Nate made it sound as though she had a choice, but they both knew she didnât. She either had to hold her tongue in order to acquire a share of what she felt was rightfully hers or sheâd lose it altogether.
There wasnât a choice to be made.
âHave you made your decision?â
Go to Hell, she thought, and take all your money with you. She couldnât believe sheâd wished, just last night, that heâd take her into his arms. Well, she wouldnât make that mistake again, but it didnât change her predicament.
She nodded.
âPerfect,â Vincent said, his face being the only one of the three around the table that looked even partially happy.
âBe sure, Claire. Once we set out, thereâs no turning back.â
She met his hard gaze with one of her own.
âIâm not going anywhere.â
âFine then,â Nate answered. âLetâs get to work.â
Eight
Work was exactly what it turned into and it ate through all of that day and most of the next. Vincent and Nate took turns at the helm and on deck. Claire spent most of the time in Nateâs cabin trying to decipher the map. She continued to sleep under the lifeboat. She and Nate had formed a kind of truce as they worked on the map, but that didnât mean she was comfortable sleeping in his cabin, even if it was when he was on deck.
It was simply too intimate a thing to consider. It was already unnerving spending so much time with him after all these years, talking to him and rememberingâdespite her efforts not toâthe times theyâd shared. Sleeping in his bed, something sheâd dreamed of often after heâd left the orphanage with the promise of returning, would make fighting the memories almost impossible. And she would fight them. Giving in to them would weaken her and she wouldnât allow that to happen.
Dusk had fallen outside the small window. Thin trails of black smoke wove upward as Nate lit the thick candles. Claire watched his face warm with the glow of flame and felt a tug in her belly. No, no , she thought. No. She forced her gaze back to the map, but no sudden inspiration came to her. It was getting harder and harder to keep up her hopes with the daunting task at hand. There were so many possibilities, and they simply didnât have a specific enough point to begin their search.
âHaving the complete map was supposed to make things easier,â Claire muttered. Her eyes burned from studying it and she closed them momentarily. The relief was immediate and wonderful.
âPerhaps,â Vincent said, sliding the map from under Claireâs fingers, âwe should concentrate on the reason the treasure was never recovered.â
Claire blinked her eyes open. âBecause nobodyâs had the map.â
Vincent humored her with a grin. âI realize that, dear, but I donât mean recently. What I am referring to is if the Spanish wanted this treasure badly enough to crash a perfectly good vessel for it, then create a map and hide it, why didnât they ever go back for it?â
âOr why did they bury it to begin with?â Nate added, taking his usual seat across from her. âOnce the treasure was off the Santa Francesca , they had nothing stopping them from taking it directly to Spain.â
âThereâs always the threat of pirates,â Claire reminded them. âPirate attacks arenât limited to ships known to carry treasure. They arenât exactly a discriminatory lot after all.â
Vincent coughed. Nate smiled, his eyes filled with humor when they met Claireâs. âThat would depend on the pirate, I suppose,â he said.
âWhat I mean is that perhaps if we knew why they buried it to begin with, weâd have a better idea of where to look,â Vincent
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