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their share, our cut is estimated at³what did you guesstimate, Bri? Two point five mil?µ
    Ńice.µ Everyone around the table grinned in perfect unison.

    Teal thought the brothers al looked as dark, swarthy, and uncivilized as their Spanish ancestors, which made their startling blue eyes that much more of a shock. Modern-day pirates. I need a freaking nap .
    Golden sunlight inched into the room as the sun moved toward a spectacular sunset. A couple of dark wood paddle fans turned lazily, high on the beamed ceiling. Teal could tel by the way one of them wobbled that the capacitor had drifted out of value and needed replacing.
    The surf lapping with a soft rhythmic shush at the piling of the marina just a few yards from the building soothed her jagged emotions. She blinked her heavy lid s.
    The men focused on Brian, and as she was practical y hidden by Nick·s broad shoulders, she slid a little lower in her seat, discreetly resting her head on the back of the chair. It was a struggle to keep her eyes open, but since no one was paying any a ttention to her, she let her lids stay closed to ease the dry burn of too many sleepless nights.
    Brian·s voice rose and fel . She jerked when she realized she couldn·t keep track of what he was saying. Sitting up a bit, she rubbed a finger over one eye an d tried to look engaged.
    On her left, Nick slouched in his chair, twisting a pen between long, elegant fingers as he listened. He wore jeans and a wrinkled red T-shirt. His bare feet were crossed at the ankles and propped on the chair beside him so that T eal saw him in profile. He was a nice solid wal between Zane·s line of sight and her own.
    They cal ed Nick Śpockµ for some reason she didn·t much care about. His dark hair hung wel below his shoulders, and his handsome features were al but indistinguisha ble due to his thick black beard. The middle Cutter looked like a blue -eyed caveman. He·d given her a hug when she·d walked in and said he was happy to see her again. Teal doubted he remembered her at al , but it was a kind gesture.
    Logan sat across the table. He·d cal ed her out of the blue two weeks ago and hired her over the phone. He hadn·t bothered to ask for references, said that Sam·s referral was good enough for him. While the reasons for accepting the job sucked, Logan·s timing couldn·t have been better.
    Unlike Nick, Logan was wel groomed, his hair barbered, his face clean -shaven, his jeans and dark T-shirt immaculate. His brothers referred to him as Wolf. Control ed. Intent. He listened to Brian, holding up a hand now and then to ask questions, o r jotting notes into a black notebook.
    Which brought Teal·s gaze back to the head of the table and Zane. Their eyes met in a shocking clash that caused her breath to snag in her lungs. A smal smile played on his lips, but there was zero recognition in his eyes. Good. Excel ent.
    Fantastic. If he thought that smile would charm her, he was sadly mistaken. She was charm-proof. Especial y Zane charm-proof. She gave him a cool look back.
    This time she didn·t turn away, just stared him down until he had to return his attention to Logan.

    He wore jeans and his aqua blue T-shirt matched his eyes. A move, she was sure, calculated to enhance the color. Vain bastard. His deeply tanned, muscular forearms were stacked on the scarred wood table in front of him, a big -faced, multifunctional dive watch strapped to his strong wrist. His father had given him that watch for his sixteenth birthday. Teal had a faint scar on her inner arm where the band had scratched her.
    She repressed a shiver looking at his large hands, which were surprisingly elegant f or such an outdoorsy guy. The cal uses at the base of his fingers had felt as abrasive as cat tongues on her skin when he·d shaken her hand earlier.
    Everything about him irritated her. She resisted fidgeting. This would be over soon enough.
    Until then, she·d stick to her guns and try her damnedest not to leap down the length of