Salt, SEAL, and Sin (Tidehaven SEAL Romance #3)

Chapter Two

Beau

CAL HAD HIS BOOTS ON the desk and a bottle of Topo Chico sweating onto a stack of invoices when I walked into The Bridge.

The ops loft sat above the main bay of the old cannery, walled in glass on three sides so you could see the water from every angle.

Below us, the boat bay held S I could tell because the current entry was three pages past where the binding naturally fell.

Her laptop sat untouched in its case, but the file drawer under the console had been pried and the archival maps pulled and re-stacked.

Nothing taken. Everything photographed. The corner of a sonar printout still showed the pressure crease where someone had held it flat under a phone camera.

"They copied your research," I said.