A Siren's Wish by Renee Field

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    “Yup. No sense letting your boss dissect a perfectly helpless, and do I need to mention harmless, sea creature. By the way, what are we going to do with you?”
    “Keep her,” said the dripping wet hulk of a man who was pulling himself over the side of the yacht. His tanned, muscled leg graced the edge of the yacht’s railing, and his arm muscles bulged as he put more weight on his hands.
    The rippling effect of large muscles gleaming in the sun did nothing to convince Jamie he wasn’t a god come to life. Only when the other leg swung over the railing did she know why he was forced to put all his weight on his arms. He was gloriously naked. She couldn’t help herself from looking.
    Jamie realized she hadn’t blinked as he put both feet firmly down on the deck. Blushing she once again took hold of the paper bag for gulps of air. Every inch of his skin was bronzed to a polished sheen of copper.
    His hair was long and she knew once it dried it would reveal a deep shade of black. She watched as he shook his head side to side much like a dog would or in this case one heck of a large wolf. Then he grabbed the ends of his hair, squeezing the excess water out, letting it drape over his muscular back. It was like looking at a picture of the Greek god, Apollo, come to life. She couldn’t take her eyes off him, not that he seemed to mind.
    Over his right breast was a large tattoo which looked like some type of fork. The tattoo with deep green and blue ink was captivating, as was the man himself. She willed herself to look away. When he turned his piercing emerald green eyes her way, and gamely winked at her, she gulped. Heat slammed into her body. She felt for a moment she was having one of those déjà vu experiences.
    “Skinny dipping your forte?” she replied sarcastically, wondering how he pulled off the Houdini act. There was no way she was going to let one Seth Cutter get to her.
    Full sensual lips framed an angular face and the only flaw her eyes could detect was a jagged scar running down one side of his face from his forehead to his right cheek.
    Funny thing is I don’t remember seeing that earlier.
    Instead of making him look ugly it only added to his intrigue, giving him a very naughty-boy look, which he most certainly did not need. But there was nothing boyish about the man towering in front of her.
    “You know we’re twins,” said Darius wickedly.
    She felt her skin heat up and knew her cheeks had blossomed to bright pink. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched as Seth grabbed his clothes. He struggled to put on his faded blue jeans. Then it dawned on her what he had said as he climbed on board. There was no way she’d let that sexist remark go.
    Realizing no one was paying any attention to her, she willed herself to stand, still clutching the paper bag, just in case. She hoped he was clothed now. Secretly, she knew that was a big fat lie. She had really enjoyed what she had seen. He could model for one of those girly magazines, thought Jamie, realizing what she had timidly peeked at in the stores was a lot better-looking in the flesh.
    “You can’t just keep her. It’s not like in the old days. Men don’t do that sort of thing today,” whispered Darius, as his brother tied his long black hair back with a piece of leather.
    “We’re not men. And what do you propose we do with her? We can’t just let her go. She saw us take the dolphin and she’ll report us to the police. I told you we’ve got bigger things to worry about,” said Seth. “Besides, I was told to keep her close, by you know who,” he said, gritting his teeth.
    “No, well something’s up. She actually told you to keep the woman? That’s gotta be a first,” said Darius, almost laughing but not quite as he took in his brother’s agitated state.
    “I won’t tell anyone,” blurted Jamie, grabbing the railing with both hands. Her legs felt like rubber, and her belly took a lurch as the boat crested another