All Chapters of Claiming His Treasure series: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

When Leo woke, the first thing he noticed was the rocking of waves beneath him.It was calming, actually. He appreciated the calm. He felt as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders, but he couldn't remember what that weight was, or where it had gone. He just kept his eyes closed and let his body move with the waves.Eventually, other things drifted into his consciousness. The sound of voices - muffled, as if they were coming from somewhere else. Hunger, a low growl in his belly. And then pain - dull but persistent, and emanating from somewhere on his leg.His leg.All of a sudden it all came back to him - the lighthouse, the jewels, the shootout among the sand dunes.Ruby. Where is Ruby?He sat bolt upright, and his head slammed into something. With a groan, he fell back again, clutching his skull.Immediately, there was someone beside him. Soft hands gripped his, pulling his fingers away from his head."I swear, men are idiots," murmured a sweet voice that made warmth

BOOK THREE: PROTECTING HIS PRIZEGardiner, Montana, United StatesThis isn't the sort of danger I signed up for. Xavier Price took a swig of his orange soda as he stared up at the stone arch in front of him. Deep sea dives? Sure. Long treks through the jungle? Anytime. Pirates? Bring 'em on. But not this. Anything but this.He looked up at the wide stretch of blue over his head. There were only a couple of wispy clouds in the sky above, but despite the bright August sun, a mild chill hung in the air. He told himself that anywhere would feel chilly to him after spending the last few weeks in the Caribbean, that the goose bumps on his arms had nothing to do with the woman who was somewhere on the other side of that arch, somewhere in the wilds of Yellowstone National Park.He stuck his free hand in his pocket out of habit, his fingers closing around the little wooden figurine he always kept there. The ridges dug into his palm, but he tightened his grip. Bracing himself."What do you

There she is, Xavier thought. All five feet and five inches of her. It was almost shocking how little she'd changed in the years they'd been apart. Apparently she still liked to wear her auburn hair in a long braid. Her eyes still shone like a pair of sapphires over her freckle-dusted cheeks. And she still had a body that could make anything look good, even high-waisted, army green uniform pants.She also, quite obviously, wasn't over the way things had ended between them.The look in her eyes was murderous. More than that - she looked like she wanted to rip his heart right out of his chest, stomp on it, and then toss it into one of those steaming geysers nearby.Honestly, that's kind of what it felt like already, just looking at her."What are you doing here?" she demanded.She still had her temper, too. Fuck, he'd been on the receiving end of that temper a number of times, and he didn't want to relive the experience. The girl was a viper.Of course, that had also made the sex b

This was impossibly good luck. And bad luck, considering Xavier had been secretly hoping that Penny would know nothing and he could walk away from her again sooner rather than later. There was only so long he could face down the reminder that he was a complete and total jackass, that he'd ruined the best thing that had ever happened to him."You're lying," came Roth's voice from the front of the car. "If you think you can make wild claims and we'll just - ""I'm not lying," Penny insisted. "I met Vincent when he came to the park last year. He was fascinated by this place. Trapped me in a corner for half an hour asking me questions, then tried to tip me a thousand dollars for my trouble." She shrugged. "He was a character. And he had this leather-bound notebook with him that was full of notes and nature sketches, like he was on the Lewis and Clark expedition or something. He had a lot of fancy equipment with him, too. That and the massive tip he tried to give me tipped me off that he

He couldn't tear his eyes away from Penny.She was pointedly looking away from him, staring out the window at the scenery as they followed the Great Loop Road toward this Prismatic Spring she'd mentioned. But even though Yellowstone was beautiful - he'd always had a soft spot for the country's national parks, ever since his first visit to Yosemite as a kid - it could never compare to the woman next to him.He'd thought her anger, her pain, would be a buffer. That he could use it to maintain the wall he'd spent years building up in his mind. But he should have known better. He'd never been the sort of guy who was easily confined by walls. Or any restrictions, for that matter. Yeah, okay - when he was competing as a motocross racer, or during his brief stints in a couple of other extreme sports, he'd always followed the rules of the game. He didn't want anyone questioning his skills or his victories. But in all other parts of his life, he'd always prided himself on being a rebel. It ha