listen so hard."
"What can I do? Can I help it if I have perfect hearing? Perfect
eyesight, too," he added, judging the distance between them. "And as far
as I can see, there's nothing wrong with the rest of her either. Her
mouth's particularly attractive. Full, shapely, unpainted. Looks tasty
to me."
Ethan took two slow breaths as he tugged off his jeans. "Are you trying
to irritate me?"
"I'm giving it my best shot."
Ethan stood, gauged his man. "You want to go in headfirst, or
feetfirst?"
Pleased, Phillip grinned. "I was going to ask you the same thing."
Both waited a beat, then charged, grappled. And with Seth's rousing
cheers ringing, wrestled each other into the water.
Oh, my, Grace thought with her nose pressed up against the window. Oh,
my. If she'd ever seen two more impressive examples of the male form,
she couldn't say when. She'd only intended to sneak a quick glance.
Really. Just one innocent little peek. But then Ethan had peeled off his
shirt anda
Well, damn it, she wasn't a saint. And what harm did it do to anyone
just to look?
He was just so beautiful, inside and out. And God, if she could get her
hands on him again for just five minutes, she thought she could die a
happy woman. Maybe she could, since he wasn't indifferent--the way she'd
always assumed he was.
There'd been nothing indifferent in the way his mouth had crashed down
on hers, or the way his hands had rashed over her.
Stop, she ordered herself and stepped back from the window. The only
thing she was going to accomplish this way was to get herself all worked
up. She knew how to channel her more intimate needs, and that was to
work until they passed away again.
But if her mind wasn't completely on her chicken, who could blame her?
she had the potatoes cooling for the salad and the chicken frying when
Phillip came back in. Gone was the image of the sweaty laborer. In its
place was the smooth, the gilded, the casually sophisticated. He winked
at her. "Smells like heaven in here."
"I made extra so you can have it for lunch tomorrow. You just put those
clothes in the laundry room, and I'll see to them in a minute."
"I don't know what we'd do without you around here."
She bit her lip and hoped everyone felt the same. "Is Ethan still in the
water?"
"No, he and Seth are doing something to the boat." Phillip went to the
refrigerator and took out a bottle of wine. "Where's Aubrey today?"
"With my mother. In fact she just called and wants to keep her a little
longer. I guess one of these days I'm going to have to give in and let
her stay overnight." She glanced down blankly at the glass of cool
golden wine he offered her. "Oh, thanks." What she knew about wine
wouldn't fill a thimble, but she sipped because it was expected. Then
her brows lifted. "This isn't anything like what they serve down at the
pub."