"That's going to take a week to dry, it's so goddamn damp."
"Decent storm might blow some of it out."
"Then I wish to Christ we'd have one." Cam grabbed up the jug and glugged water straight from the lip.
"Close weather makes some people edgy."
"I'm not edgy, I'm hot. Where's the kid?"
"Sent him for some ice."
"Good idea. I could take a bath in it. There's no fucking air down there."
Ethan nodded. Varnishing was a miserable enough job in this weather, but working below in the little cabin where even the big fans couldn't reach was probably kin to working in hell. "Want to switch off for a while?"
"I can do my own goddamn job."
Ethan merely lifted a sweaty shoulder. "Suit yourself."
Cam gritted his teeth, then hissed. "Okay, I am edgy. The heat's frying my brain, and I keep wondering if that alley cat's gotten Anna's letter yet."
"Ought to. It went out Tuesday as soon as the post office broke the holiday. It's Friday now."
"I know what day it is, Ethan." Disgusted, Cam swiped sweat off his face and scowled at his brother. "Aren't you worried a damn bit about it?"
"It won't make any difference if I am or not. She'll do what she's going to do." His gaze flicked up to Cam's and was hard as a bunched fist. "Then we'll handle it."
Cam paced the deck, caught a whiff of air from the fans, paced back. "I never could understand how you can stay so calm when things go to hell."
"Practice," Ethan murmured and kept on varnishing.
Cam rolled his aching shoulders, drummed his fingers on his thigh. He had to think of something else or he'd go crazy. "How'd the big date go the other night?"
"Well enough."
"Jesus, Ethan, do I have to get the pliers?"
A smile moved over Ethan's mouth. "Had a nice dinner. Drank some of that Pouilly Fuisse Phil's so wild about. Tastes fine enough, but I don't see what the big fuss is about."
"So, you get laid?"
Ethan flicked up another glance, took in Cam's wide grin, and decided to take the question in the spirit it was asked. "Yeah—did you?"
Entertained, if no cooler, Cam threw back his head and laughed. "Damn, she's the best thing that ever happened to you. I don't just mean the sex, though that's got to be part of what's perked you up around here lately. The woman fits you like the proverbial glove."
Ethan paused, scratched his belly where sweat dribbled and itched. "Why?"
"Because she's rock-steady, pretty as a picture, patient as Job, and she's got enough humor about life to tickle out yours. I guess we'll be sprucing up the yard for another wedding before long."
Ethan's fingers tightened on his brush. "I'm not going to marry her, Cam."
It was the tone as much as the statement that made Cam's eyes narrow. Quiet despair. "I guess I could be reading you wrong," Cam said slowly. "I figured, the way things were moving, you were serious about her."
"I am serious, about Grace. About a lot of things." He dipped his brush again, watched the clean gold varnish drip. "Marriage isn't something I'm looking for."
Ordinarily Cam would have let a subject such as this drop. He'd have walked away from it with a shrug. Your business, brother. But he knew Ethan too well, had loved him too long to walk away from the pain. He crouched by the rail so their faces were closer.
"I wasn't looking for it either," he murmured. "Scared the hell out me. But when the woman comes into your life, the woman, it's scarier to let her go."
"I know what I'm doing."
The dug-in-at-the-heels look didn't stop Cam. "You always figure you do. I hope you're right this time. I sure as hell hope this isn't some shit that goes back to that ghost-eyed kid Mom and Dad brought home one day. The one who used to wake up screaming at night."
"Don't go there, Cam."
"Don't you go there, either. Mom and Dad did better by us than that."
"It has nothing to do with them."
"It all has everything to do with them. Listen—" He broke off with a mild oath as Seth came running in.
"Hey, this shit's already melting."
Cam straightened, scowled over at Seth out of habit rather than heat. "Didn't I tell you to find an alternate word for'shit'?"
"You say it," Seth pointed out, shifting the bag of ice.
"That's beside the point."
Knowing the routine, Seth dumped the ice into the cooler. "Why?"
"Because Anna's going to have my ass if you keep it up. And if she has mine, pal, I'll have yours."
"Oh, now I'm scared."
"You oughta be."
They continued to bicker, Ethan continued the varnish. Tuning them out, concentrating on the job at hand, he locked his unhappiness away.
Chapter Seventeen
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it was going to be perfect. It was so obviously right, Grace wondered that she hadn't thought of it before. A sunset sail on calm seas with skies going pink and gold in the west was a custom-made backdrop for both of them. The Bay was part of their lives, what it offered and what it took.
She knew it was more than a place where Ethan worked. It was a place he loved.
It had been easy to arrange. All she'd had to do was ask. He looked surprised, then he smiled. "I'd forgotten you love to sail," he said.
She was touched when he'd simply expected that Aubrey would come with them. There would be other times, she thought. A lifetime for the three of them. But this warm and breezy evening would be for the two of them only.
Giddy laughter continued to rise up in her as she imagined his reaction when she asked him to marry her. She could see it so clearly, the way he would stop, stare at her with surprise in those wonderful blue eyes. She would smile, hold out her hand to him as they glided along with soft wind and dark water. And she would tell him everything that was in her heart.
/ love you so much, Ethan. I always have and always will. Will you marry me? I want us to be a family. I want to live my life with you. To give you children. To make you happy. Haven't we waited long enough?
Then, she knew, that would be the moment his smile would begin. That slow, beautiful smile that moved degree by degree over the planes and shadows of his face, into his eyes. He would probably say something about how he'd intended to ask her. That he'd been getting to it.
They would both laugh, and they would hold each other as the sun dropped red beyond the shore. And their lives together would really begin.
"Where are you sailing off to, Grace?"
She blinked, saw Ethan smiling back at her from the wheel. "Daydreaming," she told him, chuckling at herself. "Sunset's the best time for daydreams. It's so peaceful."
She rose, nestled herself under his arm. "I'm so glad you can take a few hours off so we can do this."
"We're going to have the boat trimmed out within the month." He nuzzled his face in her hair. "Couple weeks ahead of schedule."
"You've all worked so hard."
"It's going to be worth it. The owner was here today."
"Oh?" This was part of it, too, she mused. The easy talk about their days. "What did he say?"
"Hardly shut up, so it's hard to know what he said half the time. Spouted off the latest this and that he'd read in his boating magazines, asked enough questions to make your head ring."
"But did he like it?"
"I figure he was pleased with her, since he grinned like a kid on Christmas morning the whole afternoon. After he left, Cam wanted to bet me that he would run her aground first time out on the Bay."
"Did you take the bet?"
"Hell, no. He likely will. But you haven't really sailed the Bay until you've run aground."
Ethan wouldn't, she mused, watching his big, competent hands on the wheel. He sailed clean.
"I remember when you and your family were building this sloop." She trailed her fingers over the wheel. "I was helping out at the waterfront the first time y'all took her out. Professor Quinn was at the w
heel and you were working the lines. You waved at me." Chuckling, she angled her head to look up at him. "I was thrilled that you noticed me."
"I was always noticing you."
She leaned up and kissed his chin. "But you were careful not to let me notice you noticing." On impulse she gave his jaw a teasing nip. "Until lately."
"I guess I lost my knack for it." He turned his head until his mouth found hers. "Just lately."