Uncharted Waters Part 1

Uncharted Waters.

Linda Castillo.

A reader-favorite romantic suspense from New York Times bestselling author Linda Castillo, author of the popular Kate Burkholder series. IN THE NEWS: Ex-navy search and rescue pilot Drew Evans FAMILY HISTORY: His adopted brother is one of the genetically engineered Extraordinary Five DEEPEST SECRET: Haunted by the only mission he failed Hardened hero Drew Evans had thought his tragic past was behind him, until the woman he'd secretly loved-his best friend's widow-stepped back into his solitary life. But single mom Alison Myers was in need of his help to save her ailing son-and quench her own hidden longings. Alison had never expected to see devastatingly handsome Drew again, the one man who made her feel the forbidden stirrings of pa.s.sion. But could she trust him with the two most precious things in her life...her son and her heart?Originally published in 2003.

A reader-favorite romantic suspense from New York Times bestselling author Linda Castillo, author of the popular Kate Burkholder series.

IN THE NEWS: Ex-navy search and rescue pilot Drew Evans.

FAMILY HISTORY: His adopted brother is one of the genetically engineered Extraordinary Five DEEPEST SECRET: Haunted by the only mission he failed.

Hardened hero Drew Evans had thought his tragic past was behind him, until the woman he'd secretly loved-his best friend's widow-stepped back into his solitary life. But single mom Alison Myers was in need of his help to save her ailing son-and quench her own hidden longings. Alison had never expected to see devastatingly handsome Drew again, the one man who made her feel the forbidden stirrings of pa.s.sion. But could she trust him with the two most precious things in her life...her son and her heart?

Originally published in 2003.

CAST OF CHARACTERS.

In Emerald Cove, blood is thicker than water.

Drew Evans-The ex-navy pilot bears the burden of his best friend's death, but when his friend's widow enters Drew's life again, will he be able to save her...and himself?

Alison Myers-Day-to-day life is a constant struggle for this single mom. Now that she's back in Florida to bring her ailing son to a specialist, will she find the help-and love-she needs?

General Bruno DeBruzkya-Has the crazy dictator of Rebelia hired spies to infiltrate Evans Yachts and steal their plans for a top-secret navy submarine?

Laura Evans-Preferring to make her own living rather than rely on the family fortune, she's been kept in the dark about the dangers around her....

About the Author.

LINDA CASTILLO.

knew at a very young age that she wanted to be a writer-and penned her first novel at the age of thirteen. She is the winner of numerous writing awards, including a nomination for the prestigious RITA Award, the Holt Medallion and Golden Heart.

She loves putting her characters into dangerous situations where the stakes are high and their hearts are on the line. She was thrilled when her editor asked her to partic.i.p.ate in the FAMILY SECRETS continuity.

"Uncharted Waters was a tremendous experience professionally and very satisfying on a personal level," Linda says. "It is an emotional story about two ordinary people caught up in extraordinary circ.u.mstances. Alison Myers is a widow and young mother trying to rebuild her life after the loss of her husband. Drew Evans, a former navy search-and-rescue pilot, was her late husband's best friend. Drew was there the night Alison's husband died-and blames himself. These two people were meant to be together, but must first overcome the grief of losing a mutual loved one."

Linda lives in Texas with her husband and four lovable dogs. Check out her Web site at www.lindacastillo.com. She loves hearing from readers! E-mail her at or contact her at P.O. Box 670501, Dallas, Texas 75367-0501.

This book is dedicated to my little sister, Kim.

Thanks for all those carefree summer days way back when. You were the best playmate a girl could have.

PROLOGUE.

Navy search-and-rescue pilot Drew Evans stood ready at the hatch of the Sikorsky CH 60 Seahawk chopper and gazed down at the inferno blazing on a black sea fifty feet below. Next to him his best friend, Rick "Mako" Myers, a para jumper or "PJ" as they were known within the military search-and-rescue establishment, prepared to disembark.

"h.e.l.l of a drop zone," Drew muttered into his headset communication gear.

"Kind of like dropping into h.e.l.l." Rick shot him a c.o.c.ky grin. "Guess they don't call us the shake-and-bake commandos for nothing."

Slapping him on the back, Drew looked for signs of nerves on his friend's face and was relieved when he didn't find any. "Don't stay too long," he said.

"Hey, it's the Super Bowl tomorrow. I've got to be around to relieve you of your twenty bucks."

"I hate to break it to you, but the t.i.tans are going to stomp St. Louis."

"Twenty more says you're dreaming."

"You're on." Drew wasn't much of a betting man, but he wanted to keep Rick's spirits high. As hard as he'd been trying to ignore the p.r.i.c.kle at the back of his neck, he had a feeling about this mission.

The stench of burning crude oil filled the air as the chopper approached the drop zone. Visibility was diminished because of the rain and smoke, but the spotlight mounted on the underside of the chopper made the situation all too clear. A tanker full of crude oil had collided with a pa.s.senger ship eighty miles off the Virginia coast in a winter storm. The pa.s.senger ship had caught fire, putting the crew and several dozen pa.s.sengers into fifty-degree water-and imminent danger. The situation could turn out to be one of the worst maritime disasters in U.S. history if they didn't get the people out of the water quickly. The Coast Guard had taken the initial call out, but they'd been so overwhelmed by the sheer number of people, they'd called in the Navy to a.s.sist.

Drew couldn't think of a better team than the Navy's search-and-rescue Squadron Eight Sea Rays to get in there quickly and get the job done, so he shook off the uneasiness sc.r.a.ping up his back and concentrated on the task at hand.

"Okay, boys and girls, hold on to your panties, we're going to show the Coast Guard how it's done in the Navy," came Captain Joe Saratoga's voice through the comm gear. "Ground zero coming up quick."

Hanging on to the grip next to the portal, Drew looked over at Rick. "Try not to show them up too bad," he said, referring to their Coast Guard counterparts. "I hear they take it real personal when they have to call in the Navy to save their sorry a.s.ses."

Rick shot him another c.o.c.ky grin as he jerked the safety vest tight around his wet suit. "You just get me back on board this flying heap and leave the showing up to us professionals."

Drew laughed outright. "I'd have been flying this heap if it hadn't been for an earache."

"That was real convenient."

"Screw you, Mako."

Laughing, Rick moved his eyebrows up and down like Groucho Marx. "I'm saving that for later."

Drew thought of Rick's wife, Alison, and smiled. "Don't go there, partner, or I might just leave you out here and take her for myself."

"She's too smart for the likes of you."

Drew laughed because he knew it was true and gave the pilot a thumbs-up to signal that Rick was "RTG" or ready to go.

"PJ, prepare to disembark," the captain said.

Drew shoved the hatch the rest of the way open and locked it in place. Rain and wind and smoke rushed into the cabin like an angry sea. Forty feet down, the tanker rocked in heavy surf, the fire burning uncontrolled on the fore deck. The spotlight illuminated a dozen people in the frigid water. Others stood on the deck of the pa.s.senger ship, which was listing severely to the port side. Drew figured neither vessel would be above water in another hour.

"What a mess," he muttered and glanced over at Rick.

Their eyes met for an instant. Drew read all the things he'd felt himself in the eight years he'd been a Navy search-and-rescue pilot. Taut nerves. The heady zing of adrenaline. A thin layer of well-disguised fear. But every negative emotion was tempered with hard-earned experience and the unshakable knowledge that he was the best of the best.

"Two in the basket first go-round," Drew shouted to be heard above the engines. "No more than that. You load 'em. I'll crank 'em up, and we're out of here."

Rick gave him a thumbs-up. Then, lowering his mask and snorkel, he slipped over the edge of the hatch and into the raging sea below. Drew watched him drop into the water, knew from experience that the landing was good.

"He's in," he said into his headset. "Drop looks good."

"Roger that."

Engaging the winch's electric motor that would lower the steel and mesh rescue cage with which they would bring the pa.s.sengers on board, he shoved back the uneasiness that had been nagging at him since they'd received the call out just over an hour ago. d.a.m.n it, he didn't have time to worry about some dumb premonition. He didn't even believe in them.

He lowered the cage toward the water's surface while the copilot operated the spotlight, keeping Rick in sight. In the distance, Drew could hear the whop-whop-whop of a second chopper. Coast Guard, more than likely. Hovering a safe distance away, ready to evacuate the next load of pa.s.sengers. Everything was running as planned. This was a routine mission. Piece of cake, as Rick liked to say.

In the next instant, an orange fireball belched upward from directly below the chopper. Drew stared for a moment, shock slamming through him.

"Holy h.e.l.l!" came the copilot's voice through his comm gear. "What the-"

A split second later the concussion hit the chopper like a punch from h.e.l.l. Drew felt the burn of air so hot, he swore the hairs inside his nose singed. The chopper shuddered, but the pilot held her steady. Drew looked down to locate Rick. He stared, numb, as flames rushed over the water, churning like hot lava. Yards away from where Rick had gone into the water, the tanker began to break apart, and the full horror of what was happening struck him.

"The tanker's coming apart!" He heard the edge in his voice, felt the fear go through his body like a jolt of electricity. "The slick ignited! I'm bringing Mako up now!"

"Roger that," came the pilot's voice.

"Rick!" he shouted into his comm gear. "Rick!"

"I'm...here."

Relief swept through Drew with such force that for a moment he couldn't speak. "You okay?"

"Negative! I've got three in the basket. Get me the h.e.l.l out of here."

Three was two too many. For the cage. The cable and winch motor. For the chopper. But the people were in danger of burning. And Drew made a snap decision and slapped his fist down to engage the winch and raise the cage.

"What kinds of casualties?" came the medic's voice through the comm gear.

"Burns and hypothermia." Rick cursed. "We've got fuel everywhere. I'm overloaded as h.e.l.l."

"We got you, Mako. Just hang on. We'll jettison some fuel later and compensate for the extra weight. We'll be fine." Drew looked over his shoulder at the young medic standing ready behind him, then turned his attention to the cage moving steadily toward the hatch and spoke to Rick. "You hurt?"

"That's affirm. Burns... d.a.m.n."

"Hang tight."

Drew leaned out the hatch, anxious to get a look at his teammate. The cage was halfway up, hovering twenty feet above the blazing water, so close Drew could hear the screams of the people threatened by the inferno. He did a double take when he realized the cage had somehow snagged a huge piece of debris. Some type of steel pipe that had blown loose from the tanker during the explosion.

"Mako, any way you can lose that debris?"

"Negative... Can't get over there."

An instant later the cage arrived. Drew snagged it, tried to haul it into the chopper only to realize the debris was too large, preventing the cage from sliding into the fuselage. d.a.m.n it!

Three seriously injured subjects huddled inside the cage like frightened children, crying. Because there had been neither the time nor the room for Rick to squeeze into the cage with them, he clung to the outside. It wasn't SOP, or standard operating procedure, but it wasn't the first time Drew had seen a para jumper give up his own seat to save a life.

Drew quickly rigged a safety cable to secure the cage, then reached for the first pa.s.senger-a little girl, her clothes and face blackened from the fire. He smelled singed hair. The stink of crude oil. She was no more than ten years old and crying, a keening sound of terror that would haunt him for a very long time.

"Everything's going to be all right," he told her. "We're going to take care of you, okay?"

"I want my mommy."

"There's another team standing by, honey. See them over there?" He motioned toward the Coast Guard chopper. "They're just waiting for us to get out of the way."

Once she'd been relegated to the medic standing by, he reached for the next pa.s.senger, a young man who was quite verbal about the pain of what looked to be a broken arm and some minor burns. But Drew was barely aware of the young man as he hauled him out of the cage. He couldn't take his eyes off Rick. Something was terribly wrong. He could feel the p.r.i.c.kle of it on the back of his neck. He could see it in Rick's eyes. "How bad are you hurt?" he asked.

"Bad..."

"Hang tight, partner. I'll be right there."

Cursing, Rick looped his arm over the mesh and sagged. "Drew... d.a.m.n it, I'm in trouble."

Leaving the last rescue subject in the basket despite his shrill cries of fear and pain, Drew lunged around the cage to help his friend. Even before his fingertips came in contact with Rick's wet suit, he could smell the burnt rubber. A slick, dirty stench strong enough to make his eyes sting.

Aware of the adrenaline cutting through him, Drew looked into Rick's eyes. For the first time since he'd known him, he saw fear. Worse, Rick seemed to be having a difficult time hanging on to the mesh-and there wasn't a d.a.m.n thing separating him from the inferno blazing forty feet down.

Cursing between clenched teeth, Drew looped one arm around the mesh and reached for Rick with the other. "Grab my hand!"

Rick reached for Drew's hand, but his grip was weak, the contact precarious because of the slippery oil. When Drew tried to pull him into the chopper, Rick's hand slipped.

"Climb in!" he shouted. "Come on! Do it now!"

Rick was one of the most capable para jumpers Drew had ever known. He was strong, with a level head and the heart of a lion. More important, he never panicked. But not even the strongest of men could function when they were injured.

Leaning dangerously close to the edge of the hatch, vaguely aware that the medic behind him had relieved him of unloading the last pa.s.senger, Drew leaned farther out. "Give me your hand and we'll ditch the cage." He reached for Rick, his hand closing around the other man's arm at the elbow.

"Bend your arm!" Drew shouted. "Loop it around mine! I'll pull you in!"

Grimacing in pain, Rick obeyed. Drew lay belly down, with one arm looped around the mesh netting, the other looped around Rick's arm at the elbow. It was a precarious position, one he couldn't hold for long. But there was no way in h.e.l.l Drew was going to let him go.

"Put your foot up on the mesh and get your a.s.s in here!" he shouted.

But when Rick tried to move closer, his foot-hampered by the flipper of his wet suit-slipped completely off the mesh.