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Chesapeake Blue

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"MOM?" In the office of the boatyard, Phillip sat heavily in his chair. "He dreamed about Mom?"
"Maybe it was a dream, maybe it wasn't."
Ethan rubbed his chin. "He said she was wearing that old cap?"
"That's right."
"She wore it often enough," Phillip pointed out. "He's probably seen a picture of her wearing it."
"She's not wearing it in any of the pictures we've got sitting around our place." Cam had looked. "I'm not saying he hasn't seen a picture, and I'm not saying it wasn't just a dream. But it's odd. She used to come down and sit on the dock with us like that. She didn't care much for fishing, but if one of us was sitting out there brooding over something, she'd come out and sit until we started talking about whatever it was we had in our craw."
"She was good at it," Ethan agreed. "Good at getting down to the meat of it."
"It doesn't mean this is anything like what happened with us after Dad died."
"You didn't want to believe that either," Ethan pointed out as he hunted up a bottle of water from Phillip's office refrigerator.
"I know this. Something's bothering the kid and he doesn't want to talk about it. Not to me anyway." It stung a little, Cam admitted. "If anybody can get it out of him, it's Mom. Even in a dream. In the meantime, I guess we just watch him. I'm going down before he figures out we're up here talking about him."
Cam started out, then stopped and turned back. "I told him if he dreams about her again to ask her about the zucchini bread."
Both his brothers looked blank. Ethan remembered first and laughed so hard he had to sit on the edge of the desk.
"Christ." Phillip eased back in his chair. "I'd forgotten all about that."
"We'll see if she remembers," Cam said, then started down into the din of the work area. He'd gotten to the last step when the outer door opened, spilling in sunshine just ahead of Dru.
"Well, hello, gorgeous. Looking for my idiot brother?"
"Which idiot brother?"
His grin was pure appreciation. "You catch on. Seth's earning his keep."
"Actually, I wasn't—" But Cam already had her hand and was leading her along. Legs spread, his back to her, Seth stood on the decking of the boat, stripped to the waist. His back and arms showed considerably more muscle than might be expected from a man who wielded a paintbrush for a living. He guzzled from a bottle of water like a man who hadn't had a drink in a week. Her own mouth went dry watching him.
Shallow, Dru told herself. Shallow, shallow, shallow, to be interested in a man simply because he looked hot and hard and handsome. She appreciated intellect and strength of character and personality and… a really excellent butt, she admitted.
Sue her.
She managed to avoid licking her lips before he turned. He reached up to swipe at his brow with his forearm, then spotted her.
Now, in addition to the long male body clad only in jeans and work boots, her senses were assaulted by the lethal power of his smile.
She saw his mouth move—it was, like his butt, excellent. But the words he spoke were drowned out by the music.
Willing to assist, Cam walked over and turned the stereo down to merely loud.
"Hey!" Aubrey's head popped up from under the deck. "What gives?"
"We've got company."
Dru watched, with some interest, as Seth ran a hand over Aubrey's shoulder as he jumped down from the deck. "We're on for tomorrow, right?" he asked her as he walked over, pulling a bandanna out of his pocket to wipe his hands and face.
"Yes." Dru noted that Aubrey continued to watch, with considerable interest of her own. "I didn't mean to interrupt your work. I was running some errands while Mr. G watches the shop, and I thought I'd come in and have a look at the operation here."
"I'll show you around."
"You're busy." And your blond companion is watching me like your guard dog, Dru decided. "In any case, I'm told it's probably you I want to see," she said to Cam.
Cam gestured at Seth. "I told you that's what all the pretty ladies say. What can I do for you?"
"I want to buy a boat."
"Is that so?" Cam draped an arm around her shoulders and turned to lead her toward the stairs. "Well, sugar, you've come to the right place."
"Hey!" Seth called out. "I can talk about boats."
"Junior partner. We try to humor him. So, what kind of boat are you interested in?"
"Sloop. Eighteen feet. Arc bottom, cedar hull. Probably a spoon bow, though I'd be flexible if the designer has another idea. I want something with good balance, reliable stability, but when I want to move, I want to move."
She turned to study the gallery of sketches and told herself she'd admire the art of them later. For now, she wanted to make her point.
"This hull, this bow," she said, gesturing to two sketches. "I want something dependable, quick to the wind, and I want a boat that lasts."
She obviously knew her boats. "A custom job like that's going to cost you."
"I don't expect it comes free, but I don't discuss terms with you, do I? I believe that's your brother Phillip's area—and if there are any other specific design details, that would be Ethan's."
"Done your homework."
"I like to know who I'm dealing with, and I prefer dealing with the best. That, by all accounts, is Quinn Brothers. How soon can you work up a design?"
Man, oh man, Cam thought, you're going to drive the kid crazy. And it's going to be fun to watch. "Let's go upstairs and we'll figure it out."
IT WAS ETHAN who walked her down and out thirty minutes later. The lady, he'd discovered, knew port from starboard, had very specific ideas about what she wanted, and held her own against a group of men who'd never had their rough edges quite smoothed off.
"We'll have a draft of the design drawn up by the end of next week," he told her. "Sooner if we can browbeat Seth into doing most of it."
"Oh?" She sent what she hoped was a casual glance toward the work area. "Does he do some of the designing?"
"When we can pin him down. Always had a knack. Pretty obvious he draws better than the three of us put together, and then some."