Seduced by the Storm by Sydney Croft Page A

complicated pretty well."
    "I
thought you didn’t want to get close to me."
    "I
didn’t say that, not exactly."
    "You
didn’t have to, Faith. You ran out of the room before. Literally."
    "You’re
the last person I expected to find out here. And you didn’t seem too thrilled
to see me either—you didn’t want me to remember you."
    Yeah,
he wasn’t about to get into that one now. Hey, Faith, you’ve been sleeping
with a crazy man who has special gifts. "I grew up on a rig," he
said finally. "My family—everything—was all fucked up. Still is, I guess.
So I don’t have great memories of rigging."
    "So
why do you keep working on one, then?"
    He
shrugged. "Catharsis, maybe," he said, hoped she’d keep her hand on
his chest because, God, it felt good. He felt upright, like two halves closing
in to create a whole, and he wondered what it was about this woman that made
him feel so connected.
    He
knew that he wasn’t going to let that feeling—or Faith—go easily. At first,
he’d figured it was something to do with the incredible sexual energy that
flowed between them, but he’d figured out in this instant that it went far
beyond sex. "I want to see you, Faith. I want to keep seeing you once we
get off this platform."
    She
shook her head. "I don’t know if I can do that. I certainly can’t think
about it now."
    "You’re
all I can think about."
    "Wyatt!"
Don’s voice rang out over their heads.
    Wyatt
turned toward the rig manager and Faith broke off contact with his chest. The
empty, scattered feeling returned instantly. "What’s up?"
    "Boss
wants to see you."
    "I
thought you were the boss."
    "Cute,
Wyatt. Real fucking cute. Stowe requests that cuteness in his office.
ASAP."
    That
was not a good sign—Wyatt had given the man a wide berth, not wanting to
trigger any suspicions that an ACRO agent had infiltrated the rig operations.
But he now had a sneaking suspicion of his own, that everything was about to
change rapidly—it was time to move it forward.
    "Are
you in trouble?" Faith was asking. "Is this about the free dive
before?"
    "Who
knows. The guy’s a total control freak. It’ll be fine." He gave her
shoulder a light squeeze, her energy zipping through him, and for a moment—just
a moment—he wondered if there was something special about Faith Black.
Something really special. "We’ll talk later."
    He
reluctantly left her behind on the deck and ran the options in his mind to get
back into agent mode as he strolled casually to Sean’s office. He’d dressed
earlier with a few concealed weapons under his clothing. His powers were back
at full force—he’d talk to Sean, take a licking for the free dive and then it
was weather-machine time.
    The
door was open and Sean, the man responsible for the weather machine that could
take out entire countries with the touch of a button, was waiting for him,
standing behind the desk, staring at his computer and not looking happy.
    "In—and
leave the door open," Sean told him.
    Wyatt
nodded, tried to keep the scowl off his face. "You wanted to see me,
sir?" he asked, arms behind his back in perfect SEAL posture. Because he
could pretend to kiss superiors’ asses with the best of them.
    "That
stunt you pulled today, with the free dive, endangered too many other men. It
pulled attention away from shoring up the rig during the storm."
    "That
stunt saved a man’s life. And that’s something I won’t apologize for,"
Wyatt shot back—so much for the ass kissing. It had never really worked for him
beyond the initial sir anyway.
    "That
stunt is why you’re being fired," Sean said, hand on the button, probably
ready to call in his thugs and have Wyatt immediately escorted off the platform,
which would not work for Wyatt. He could handle them, sure, but then he’d be
giving away his hand even more, plus any shot at the weather machine. He
couldn’t blow it now, not when he was this close. And so, he would do what he
needed to do.
    And he
wasn’t going to like