Treasure of Love

by Scotty Cade

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Treasure of Love

  Copyright © 2011 by Scotty Cade

  Cover Art by Catt Ford

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  ISBN: 978-1-61581-945-4

  Printed in the United States of America

  First Edition

  May 2011

  eBook edition available

  eBook ISBN: 978-1-61581-946-1

  Thanks

  First and foremost, always to Kell, I love you.

  And to my built-in Martha’s Vineyard entourage, the BNO boys, Paul, Jonathan, Scott, Shawn, Justin, and Dudley, you guys have brought so much to our lives and your support and friendship means the world to us. Thank you!

  Chapter 1

  SAFELY docked in Skagway, Alaska, and awaiting his next charter, Dive Master and Captain Jackson P. Cameron was spending a leisurely afternoon lounging on the deck of the Lindsey C, his seventy-five-foot dive boat. Soaking up the warmth of the Alaskan summer sunshine and enjoying the gentle sound of the waves lapping against the hull, he was debating on making a big change in his life. He’d been diving and doing charters for the last ten years and was hitting the burnout period. It wasn’t a bad life, and he did get to do what he loved—diving and captaining his own boat—but his heart told him it was time for a change. Unfortunately, his wallet told him otherwise.

  Everyone needs a change every now and then, damn it. This is my time, he thought. Money or no money, when my next charter’s done, I’m taking a few weeks off and heading to a warm, sunny climate to decide what I want to do with the rest of my life.

  His tranquility was suddenly interrupted by the voice of Johnny Horton singing the old country classic, “North to Alaska.” Why in the hell did I choose that stupid song as the ringer on my cell phone? God, I hope this isn’t another charter. He dug his phone out of the pocket of his khaki shorts, lifted it to his ear, and said, “Jack Cameron.”

  “Is this the Jack Cameron who owns the charter boat Lindsey C?” the caller asked.

  “One and the same,” Jack said. “And this is…?”

  The caller said, “I’m Daxston Powers. I’m sure you’ve probably heard of me.”

  Jack did a quick scan of his mind’s database. “Nope, can’t say that I have,” Jack responded. “But what can I do for you… Daxston, is it?”

  “Yes, but you can call me Dax,” the caller responded in an annoyed tone. “I would like to meet with you to discuss securing your boat for a long-term charter,” he said.

  “Really? How long is long-term?” Jack asked.

  “I’m not completely sure. It depends on how long it takes you to find what I’m looking for. It could be a couple of weeks on the low end and up to three months on the high end.”

  Dollar signs flashed in front of Jack’s eyes, and then the realization hit him. There goes my time off.

  Not wanting to seem too anxious, he said, “I’ve got a pretty tight schedule, but sure, we can meet. When and where?”

  “Where are you now?” Dax asked.

  “I’m docked near the ferry landing in Skagway,” he replied. “My next charter pulls away from the dock at two o’clock tomorrow afternoon.”

  “I’ll be at your boat at ten a.m. sharp tomorrow morning,” Dax said, and hung up the phone without waiting for a response.

  “I’ll be he—” Jack said as he heard a click in his ear before he could finish his sentence.

  “Arrogant bastard,” he said to himself as he looked at his cell phone.

  He hit the “end” button and slipped the phone back into his pocket. He stretched out again for a second time and tried to place the name Daxston or Dax Powers, but nothing came to mind except arrogant bastard.

  “North to Alaska, They’re goin’ North, the rush is on.”

  Damn, I really have to change that. He immediately felt a flash of guilt: maybe the guy didn’t hang up on me after all. Without looking at the caller ID, he put the phone to his ear and started to speak.

  “I guess we were disconnected.”

  He heard a short pause on the other end of the line. “Nope, try again,” the caller said.

  Jack immediately recognized the voice and smiled.

  His former brother-in-law and best friend, Mac Cleary, was a floatplane pilot who now lived in Hiline Lake, Alaska, with his partner, retired oncologist, Dr. Bradford Mitchell. Mac had been happily married to Jack’s sister, Lindsey, until she had died of cancer eight years ago. After being alone for over five years, Mac had unexpectedly reconnected and fallen in love with Brad, a former passenger. Brad had recently lost his partner, Jeff, to colon cancer, and the two men had formed an unbreakable bond, which over time had turned into love. Jack had had a hard time dealing with Mac’s sudden change in lifestyle, but eventually he’d come to accept it, and if he was honest with himself, was a little envious of their loving relationship.

  “Hey, Mac, what’s up, man?”

  “Not much, Jackie, just checking in. I haven’t talked to you in over a week. Are you on a charter?”

  “Not yet, but picking up a three-day run starting tomorrow afternoon.”

  “Good deal,” Mac said. “Fishing or diving?”

  “Diving,” Jack responded. “Don’t do much fishing anymore, it really takes a toll on the boat, and it’s too damn messy. Hey, how’s Bradford?” Jack asked.

  “He’s good,” Mac said. “We just landed in Anchorage for an overnight trip to pick up supplies. We haven’t left the lake since we got back from Europe, and we’re starting to get down to the bare necessities.”

  “It must be nice to retire so young and have the means to go on one adventure after another, and then escape back into the solitude of the Alaskan mountains for weeks at a time to rest up,” Jack said, with quite a bit of envy in his voice.

  “It is nice, no doubt about that,” Mac said. “But Brad’s the one with all the money. Who would have thought that at this stage of my life I would be married to a rich doctor?”

  “I need to find a rich doctor to take care of me,” Jack added.

  “Very funny,” Mac said. “Just like you, Jack, to make me sound like a gold digger.”

  “I’m teasing,” Jack said.

  “I know,” Mac admitted. “But we’ve been on the go for most of the last two years, and although I know he loves it when we get home, I can tell he’s already starting to get cabin fever.”

  “You guys never let any moss grow under your feet, and I love that about you,” Jack said. Jack heard Mac start to speak again, but his words faded into the background as he zoned out and stared out over the horizon. It sure would be nice to have someone special to share my life with.

  “Jack? Did I lose you?” Mac asked.

  “No, no, I’m here,” Jack said. “Sorry, I zoned out for a minute, what did you say?”

  “I was saying that I guess we’re both enjoying life again,” Mac confi
ded. “Those five years after Lindsey died, I was barely going through the motions of living. And Brad, he was fighting so hard to cure Jeff’s cancer, he thought of little else. And when Jeff had had enough of the unsuccessful treatments and decided he was ready to give up, Brad supported his decision and never left his side. I think a piece of us died with each of our partners, and we’re just now starting to live again.”

  “I think you guys have been really good for each other,” Jack shared. “It’s no secret that it took me quite a while to get used to the idea of you two, you know, being together, but now I can’t imagine you not being together.”

  Mac chuckled. “Oh, you don’t have to remind me of how much of a pain in the ass you were,” he said.

  “Come on, Mac, that’s water under the bridge,” Jack said. “You seem happy now, and that makes me happy,” Jack added, meaning every word.

  “Thanks, Jackie,” Mac responded.

  “Not to change the subject, Mac, but have you ever heard of someone named Daxston Powers?”

  “Daxston Powers,” Mac mumbled to himself, certain he recognized the name. “Oh yeah, I think he goes by Dax,” he said. “He’s one of those modern-day treasure hunters.”

  “Really—a treasure hunter, huh?” Jack asked.

  “Yeah. Brad and I just saw a documentary a couple of weeks ago on the Discovery Channel about his last expedition.”

  “The Discovery Channel. He must be pretty famous,” Jack said.

  “More infamous, I think,” Mac responded.

  “What do you mean?” Jack asked.

  “Well, in a Geraldo-Rivera-finding-nothing-in-Al-Capone’s-vault sort of a way,” Mac responded.

  “You lost me,” Jack said.

  “Let me see if I can get this right,” Mac continued. “Last fall, Powers was off the coast of Cape Horn in search of a clipper said to be carrying a bounty of diamonds, rubies, and emeralds. I think it was called the Sarah Maria. And according to the documentary, the information surrounding the Sarah Maria’s demise had been so vague that she’d eluded treasure hunters for the last one hundred and fifty years.”

  Jack interrupted, “So I’m sure finding that wreck would help to validate his work and boost his career,” he said.

  “Pretty much,” Mac continued. “He knew that if he found the wreck, he would garner some much-needed recognition and credibility to help him find investors for future expeditions.”

  “And that’s why he invited the Discovery Channel to film the entire expedition,” Jack added. “So, did he find the wreck?”

  “Much like Geraldo found the vaults, he found a wreck, but unfortunately for him, it wasn’t the Sarah Maria.”

  “Serves him right,” Jack said.

  “What?” Mac asked.

  “Oh, nothing, go on,” Jack responded.

  “Okay, it’s official, you’re very weird,” Mac teased. “But that’s not the best of the story.”

  “There’s more?” Jack asked.

  “Oh yeah, on the last day of the failed expedition, they were caught off guard by an unexpected fall storm, and Dax’s research vessel, Hunter’s Instinct, went down in very high winds and pounding seas.”

  “No shit,” Jack whispered through a smile.

  “Yep, and the really impressive thing is that he stayed on board until everyone was safely rescued, barely escaping with his own life.”

  “The captain always goes down with his ship,” Jack said. “Not a new concept.”

  “I still think it’s pretty impressive,” Mac added. “But once he was finally aboard the rescue boat, he swore, on camera, that he would get a new boat and he would continue his research until he found the wreck of the Sarah Maria.”

  “Did he now?” Jack asked as his mind started to wander again. Did Powers want him to help them find the Sarah Maria?

  Mac spoke again, “I know this is a stupid question after all that, but what’s this all about?”

  “He just called me and wants to talk to me tomorrow morning about chartering the Lindsey C for as long as three months. And that’s who I thought was calling me back when you called.”

  “No shit?” Mac said. “Certainly he doesn’t want you to take the Lindsey C to Cape Horn?”

  “Who knows what the arrogant bastard wants?” Jack admitted.

  “Wow, I can see that he really made an impression on you,” Mac said. “What did he do that has you in such a tizzy?”

  Jack explained how their earlier conversation had started and abruptly ended.

  Mac laughed and said, “They hinted in the documentary that he can be a little arrogant and somewhat difficult to work with.”

  “We’ll just see how difficult he’ll be when he hears my price. The Lindsey C is my boat and I’m the captain, not Daxston Powers. And what in the hell kind of a name is Daxston anyway?” Jack asked.

  Mac laughed. “Oh man, he’s in for it now. Give him hell, Jackie,” he urged.

  “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Jack said.

  “Okay, Jack. Gotta run, Brad’s waiting for me in the truck, but please give me a call after your meeting tomorrow morning. I’m dying to know what he has in mind.”

  “Will do, Mac, and give my best to Brad.”

  “I’ll do it. Bye, Jack.”

  MAC hooked his phone back to his belt as he wondered if he should have mentioned to Jack that Dax was openly gay. Nah, he’ll figure it out sooner or later, and this could prove to be interesting.

  He thought back to the many conversations he and Lindsey had had before she died, about how they thought Jack might be gay. He’d been married for a few months some fifteen years ago and would never talk about what went wrong. Since then, he’d not had anything close to a serious relationship, nothing more than a date here or there, and when he’d found out about Mac and Brad, he’d thrown a fit and threatened to never talk to Mac again. Eventually he’d come around, but not without some major coaxing. At the time, Mac was new to the lifestyle as well, and didn’t know the signs like he did now, but Brad’s gaydar was on high alert from the start, and Jack’s homophobia had only added to Mac and Brad’s speculations about his sexuality.

  Yep, this could prove to be very interesting.

  Chapter 2

  THE next morning, Jack was up and moving around by eight o’clock. He’d had a pretty restless night’s sleep, so he’d slept in an hour or so longer than he usually did when he was in port. He poured himself his first cup of coffee and then walked out onto the deck and sat in his favorite spot on the bowsprit. He looked back over the Lindsey C, as he did every morning, and admired her sleek lines. Her dark-blue hull and highly polished teak trim against her bright white deck complemented the long, slim, tinted windows and high-tech bridge. His mind drifted back to his mysterious phone call yesterday and his conversation with Mac. Dax Powers must be on a pretty hot trail if he can’t wait until his new boat is ready. That could mean some serious money for me, and having a little nest egg put away could make my time off a little less stressful.

  He sipped his coffee while he anticipated what the day would bring. When his third cup was empty, he showered and made another pot for his guest. By nine fifty-five he was standing on the fly bridge, sipping his fourth cup, when a taxi pulled up to the dock. A tall man of over six feet, possibly in his late twenties, with dark brown hair cut short on the sides but a bit longer on top, unfolded out of the back of the small taxi. Jack watched who he assumed was Dax Powers stand, stretch, and lean his head into the driver’s-side window. As he appeared to give the driver further instructions, the other door opened, and a tall, thin female, about the same age and with the same features, got out of the taxi as well.

  Jack observed the two as they spotted the boat and made eye contact with him. Jack instinctively waved and smiled, and the woman acknowledged him and quickly waved back. Dax simply started walking toward the boat, glaring at him, never breaking eye contact. Jack noticed that, as they walked toward the boat, the woman appeared nervous and kept looking around like
she thought they were being followed. The longer Jack watched, and the closer they got to the boat, the more obvious their resemblance became. I’ll be damned, they’re twins.

  Jack reached the gangplank as his guests approached the boat, and stopped. He gave them the once-over, and they were indeed a beautiful pair. Jack wasn’t in the habit of ogling men, but damn if Dax wasn’t a strikingly handsome guy. He had full, pouty lips and the sexiest hazel eyes he’d ever seen—sultry and lazy, in a way that reminded him of a young Elvis Presley. Jack was mesmerized by Dax’s eyes. The color was a mixture of brown, green, and amber, and they were sheltered by thick, long, dark lashes. Jack couldn’t remember ever seeing eyes that color or eyelashes that long, especially on a guy, and he stared into them way too long for his own comfort. He broke away and turned to the woman accompanying Dax. She was just as strikingly beautiful, and although her eyes appeared to be more on the green side than brown or amber, there was no mistaking the fact that they were brother and sister. In addition, they both appeared to be very fit and looked so damn healthy, he made a mental note that he needed to increase his workouts.

  He was startled when the woman said, “Permission to come aboard, Captain?”

  “Permission granted,” Jack responded with a smile.

  “Captain Cameron?” she asked.

  “In the flesh,” Jack responded. “But please, call me Jack.”

  She stuck her hand out and said, “Okay, Jack, I’m Donatella Powers, and this is my brother Dax.”

  Jack shook and released her hand. “Nice to meet you, Donatella.”

  “Everyone calls me Dona.”

  Jack nodded, looked at Dax, and stuck his hand in his direction.

  “Pleased to meet you, Dax,” Jack said.

  Dax looked at the outstretched hand, but didn’t move. Dona sent a quick jab to his ribs with her elbow that seemed to startle him, and he hesitantly took Jack’s hand in a very firm handshake. The kind of handshake Jack liked to call the “my dick is bigger than your dick” handshake.