“Here’s your charms,” Marshal continued, handing me a plastic bag with two redwood disks in them. His gaze landed on my neck, still bruised from Karen, and fell away. “They’re already invoked. You can put them on now, though you’ll be toasty until you get in the water.”

“Uh, thanks,” I stammered, fingering them through the insulating plastic. They were stickered with his name and license number on one side. All I needed to do was put one on so it touched my skin and even the slight chill from the morning would be gone.

I handed the bag to Jenks, who immediately shook one into his palm, sighing in relief at the warmth. Satisfied they worked, I gave serious consideration to shooting everyone with a sleepy-time charm and just stealing everything. “Um, Mr. Marshal …”

He ducked his head, smiling at me to show even white teeth. I could smell the heady scent of redwood coming from him like spice. He made his own charms; I could tell. “Captain Marshal,” he said as if it was a joke. “Marshal is my first name.”

“Captain Marshal,” I amended. “Look, I’ve got to ask you something.”

Debbie called, and he put up a long finger. “Just a sec,” he said, and walked away.

“Damn it!” I exclaimed under my breath. “What in hell is wrong with that woman! Can’t she do anything without asking him?”

Jenks shrugged, squinting at the morning sun as he took off his knit hat and messed with his gear. “She thinks you like him,” he said, and I blinked.

“Miss?”

I jumped and spun when Marshal’s hand landed on my shoulder.

He tightened his grip, and I looked into the depth of his brown eyes, surprised. “Ready to go?”

“Uh,” I stammered, my gaze flicking behind him to Debbie. She was glaring, adjusting her fins with sharp motions before she fell over the back of the boat. It was just me, Marshal, Jenks, and the guy at the front of the boat hunched over his game in the sun. Yesterday’s fiasco at the pool was making a whole lot more sense. “Ah, Marshal? About the dive …”

The witch’s lips turned up into a smile. “It’s okay, Ms. Morgan,” he said solicitously. “We’ll take it step by step. I know the straits look daunting, but you did well at the pool.”

Pooal, I thought, liking his mild accent. “Uh, it’s not that,” I said as he selected a tank and beckoned me closer. But when I met his eyes, I was shocked to find him grinning at me, more than a hint of attraction in his dark gaze. “Captain Marshal, I’m very sorry,” I said flatly. “I should have brought this up earlier. I didn’t come out here to dive on the wreck.”

“Sit,” he said. “Right there so I can get your tank hooked up.”