LOGAN WOKE UP WITH A HELL OF A HANGOVER. AND he hadn’t even been drinking—how was that for fucking sucks? No, it wasn’t a hangover. He was drained. Physically from one of the best nights of his life—before her reve-lation—and emotionally… from, well… The damn revelation itself. She was a mermaid. A mermaid. He wouldn’t have believed it if he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes. He almost wished he’d touched her tail— No he didn’t. She was a mermaid, for chrissake. Mermaids were myths. Legends. Sirens. They lured ships onto rocks and sailors to their deaths by promis-ing nights of deadly delight. Which she’d proved in that damn kitchen. He knew something weird had been going on. He didn’t attack women. No matter how gorgeous they were. And yet, he’d slept with her. Was he out of his mind? He had to be. She had to have cast some spell over him to make him fall—oh, shit. Logan threw the covers off, one half of his brain call-ing him all sorts of idiot for even thinking what he w

LOGAN WAS GOING CRAZY. That had to be it. Michael’s disappearance had sent him sailing over the edge of the cliffs of insanity because he was standing on a beach, looking for a kidnapping mermaid. But what other choice did he have? The authorities would lock him up if he went to them with this story. He should have gone to them with Angel. A mermaid. Jesus Christ. Logan dropped his head, pinching the bridge of his nose, willing himself to focus. Recriminations could come later. Right now, he had to find Michael. So where did one begin to start looking for a mer-maid? Atlantis? “Hey there, good-looking.” A female voice, sultry and sexy, came from behind him. Logan looked over his shoulder. He didn’t have the time, nor the inclination, to fend off some woman’s advances. But there was no one there. Logan shook his head. He had to be hearing things. That went with Crazy, right? He turned back around and looked out to sea again, shielding his eyes with his hand, hoping against

Angel stopped swimming. That’s right. Logan had made his damning accusations, his pronouncement of how things would be, and she’d slunk back into the sea with a broken heart and a big ol’ pity party. What happened to her backbone? She used to have one. Angel grabbed the hair that was floating around her like sargassum in a hurricane, perfectly mirroring her mood, and draped it over her breasts and tied it in the back like a Human halter top, but not. She did used to have a backbone. And she wanted it back. “Hey, Ang.” Mariana dove into a somersault and headed back Angel’s way. “Let’s not go back to Atlantis just yet. A group of my friends are vacationing in the South Pacific right now. Let’s join them. A girls’ week-end. Or two. Relax, sun ourselves on a deserted beach, drink some fermented pineapple, have a grand ol’ time. We’ll just pretend this didn’t happen.” “Really? And what are you going to tell Rod when he wonders what took you so long to bring me back?” Mariana went for

A.C. WAS IN SOME SERIOUS SHIT. “Ah, A.C. We meet again.” Ceto swirled her finger in the water, and the whirlpool circled him closer to her, and, ironically, that stupid hat closer to him. “And who do we have here?” “Do you know Angel?” the kid asked, leaning off to get his damn hat. “Pipe down, kid.” A.C. tried swimming backwards, but the current was too strong. So, yes, he’d planned to eat the kid, but at least he’d make the death quick. Painless even. Well, after that first bite. But Ceto? She was known for stretching torture out over eons. No one deserved that. “I do know her, child,” Ceto answered, her tails seeming not to move at all. Yet somehow she was closer despite A.C.’s attempts to get away. “Who are you?” “I’m Michael.” The lucky S-O-B actually got the hat and managed to stay on A.C.’s back. “I want to see Angel. She promised she wouldn’t leave me, but she did.” A smirk settled on Ceto’s lips as she met A.C.’s gaze. “Altruism, darling? How unlike you.” A.C. thought

FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER, ANGEL SAW A SIGHT THAT MADE her blood run cold. Floating on the waves, rim side up, was Michael’s hat. Logan saw it a second later. He cut the motors, leaving one barely idling so he could steer alongside it. Then, leaping off the bridge and clearing her tail, he grabbed a fishing gaff to scoop the hat from the water. The waves kept it just beyond his reach. Cursing, Logan tried again—and almost ended up in the ocean. Which was where she belonged. Checking first for shark fins, Angel took matters into her own fins and dove over the side. Within seconds she had the hat, and two seconds later, Logan had it. “Where the hell are they?” His skin blanched beneath his tan as he traced the rim of the hat, such stark pain on his face that Angel couldn’t look at him. Not knowing she was responsible. “I’ll see what I can find out.” Ten minutes of searching the ocean floor and finding a fistful of discarded hammerhead teeth gave her a clue—as did the lack of sea l