to look to the future. Ethan Quinn would be hot in bed, she decided. She
had instincts about these things. Those big hands of his would be mighty
thorough, she was sure. And attentive. Oh, yes.
She liked his looks, too. Just a little tough and weathered. And that
slow, sexy smile of hisa when you managed to drag one out of him, just
made her want to lick her lips in anticipation.
He had that quiet way about him. Linda knew what they said about still
waters. And she was just dying to see just how deep Ethan Quinn's ran.
Ethan was well aware where her eye had wandered, and he was keeping his
peeled as well. For running room. Women like Linda scared the hell out
of him.
"Hi, Linda. Didn't know you were working here." Or he'd have avoided
Village Pizza like the plague.
"Just helping my father out for a couple of weeks." She was flat broke,
and her father--the owner of Village Pizza--had told her he'd be damned
if she was going to sponge off him and her mother. She should get her
sassy butt to work. "Haven't seen you around lately."
"I've been around." He wished she'd move along. Her perfume gave him the
jitters.
"I heard you and your brothers rented that old barn of Claremont's and
are building boats. I've been meaning to come down and take a look."
"Not much to see." Where the hell was Seth when he needed him? Ethan
wondered a little desperately. How long could those damn quarters last?
"I'd like to see it anyway." She skimmed those slick-tipped nails down
his arm, gave a low purr as she felt the ridge of muscle. "I can slip
out of here for a while. Why don't you run me down there and show me
what's what?"
His mind blanked for a moment. He was only human. And she was running
her tongue over her top lip in a way designed to draw a man's eyes and
tickle his glands. Not that he was interested, not a bit, but it had
been a long time since he'd had a woman moaning under him. And he had a
feeling Linda would be a champion moaner.
"Copped top score." Seth plopped into the booth, flushed with victory,
and grabbed his Pepsi. He slurped some up. "Man, what's keeping that
pizza? I'm starved."
Ethan felt his blood start to run again and nearly sighed with relief.
"It'll be along."
"Well." Despite annoyance at the interruption, Linda smiled brilliantly
at Seth. "This must be the new addition. What's your name, honey? I
can't quite recollect."
"I'm Seth." And he sized her up quickly. Bimbo, was his first and last
thought. He'd seen plenty of them in his short life. "Who're you?"
"I'm Linda, an old friend of Ethan's. My daddy owns the place."
"Cool, so maybe you could tell them to put a fire under that pizza
before we die of old age here."
"Seth." The word and Ethan's quiet look were all it took for the boy to
close his mouth. "Your daddy still makes the best pizza on the Shore,"
Ethan said with an easier smile. "You be sure to tell him."
"I will. And you give me a call, Ethan." She wiggled her left hand. "I'm
a free woman these days." She wandered away, hips swinging like a