But she knew he and some of the guys were up in the wheelhouse, masters of al they surveyed.
It was a little damn late in the day to discover that she·d made a colossal mistake coming to the Caribbean, Sam or no Sam. She·d rather have fal en and broken her nose earlier than have Zane touch her. Her arms stil felt the brand of his touch like a particularly bad case of sunburn.
No. More. Touching. And how was she supposed to sail the freaking seven seas while her stomach heaved?
The other woman smiled. Ńot us, you.µ
´Great.µ Teal resisted curling her shoulders and settled for looking straight ahead.
Maggie seemed nice enough. She had a lovely golden tan, gray eyes, and an infectious smile.
She and her husband, Ben, were part of Zane·s team. Teal hadn·t met him. He·d already been on board with Zane when she·d reluctantly arrived.
Casting Teal a humorous glance from under a straw cowboy hat, the older woman gave her a once-over. ´You·re stil a little green.µ
A little green looking was better than the antifreeze green Teal was feeling .
Í·m fine.µ A pair of Cutter-blue eyes bored into the top of her head, sending a shiver down her spine. She glanced upward, then scowled. He and several guys were looking down.
Śurely, it doesn·t take three guys to steer this itty -bitty thing.µ
Maybe she·d get lucky and the pile of rust would sink right here, a mile from Cutter Cay.
Maggie grinned. Á thirty -five-foot-wide, hundred-foot-long, three-hundred-ton boat is bitty ?µ
Ánything less than an entire continent is smal to me if it·s floating on wate r.µ
The idiot had cal ed her gorgeous . She couldn·t quite figure out why she was annoyed. Cal ing a woman gorgeous or darling was a smooth way to cover that he didn·t remember her name.
Holding her hat, Maggie rested against the railing and asked with st udied casualness, Śo what do you think of the brothers?µ
Teal·s gaze stayed focused on the island as it got smal er and farther out of swimming distance. She didn·t realize that she·d turned her face up to look at the wheelhouse again until Zane caught h er eye. With a big, white grin, he raised his Coke can in salute.
How friendly of him, Teal thought sourly, redirecting her gaze to the woman beside her.
Źane thinks he·s God·s gift to women. He·s too«µ She·d responded a nanosecond too quickly to filter her answer. The tropical sun beating down on her shoulders and the top of her basebal cap had nothing to do with the annoyed heat in her face. Shut up. ´How long have you known them, Maggie?µ She changed the subject, anything to get her mind off piercing blue eyes.
Maggie leaned back, elbows on the metal rail. Dressed in white shorts and a navy tank top, sunny hair blowing in the wind, she looked about twenty. Great genes. Behind her, the sunlight danced like diamonds across stunningly peacock blue -green silk. Teal was tempted to take a dive into the warm water to prevent her imminent death by nausea.
Í·ve known the boys since they were quite smal . The kids al went to school together in St.
Maarten. Ben and I started working with Zane about ten years ago.
He and our daughter Cat are very good friends, too. We adore him. He·s one of the most honest, loyal, joyful people I know. We love him like a son.µ
Honest and loyal and joyful sounded like a golden retriever. It also sounded like a veiled stay-away-from-my-daughter·s-guy. Teal could have assured Maggie that the hands -off warning was completely, utterly, absolutely, unnecessary. She wasn·t his type, if his type had a type. She suspected that as far as Zane was concerned, pretty much any woman he encountered would be a case of instant attraction. Just add opportunity and a wil ing female.
Maggie·s daughter was more than welcome to the Casanova of the Caribbean.
Í hope we can be friends too, Teal.µ
It was hard for her to make friends. Being so painful y shy growin g up had given Teal a sense of disconnect that was hard to
It was a little damn late in the day to discover that she·d made a colossal mistake coming to the Caribbean, Sam or no Sam. She·d rather have fal en and broken her nose earlier than have Zane touch her. Her arms stil felt the brand of his touch like a particularly bad case of sunburn.
No. More. Touching. And how was she supposed to sail the freaking seven seas while her stomach heaved?
The other woman smiled. Ńot us, you.µ
´Great.µ Teal resisted curling her shoulders and settled for looking straight ahead.
Maggie seemed nice enough. She had a lovely golden tan, gray eyes, and an infectious smile.
She and her husband, Ben, were part of Zane·s team. Teal hadn·t met him. He·d already been on board with Zane when she·d reluctantly arrived.
Casting Teal a humorous glance from under a straw cowboy hat, the older woman gave her a once-over. ´You·re stil a little green.µ
A little green looking was better than the antifreeze green Teal was feeling .
Í·m fine.µ A pair of Cutter-blue eyes bored into the top of her head, sending a shiver down her spine. She glanced upward, then scowled. He and several guys were looking down.
Śurely, it doesn·t take three guys to steer this itty -bitty thing.µ
Maybe she·d get lucky and the pile of rust would sink right here, a mile from Cutter Cay.
Maggie grinned. Á thirty -five-foot-wide, hundred-foot-long, three-hundred-ton boat is bitty ?µ
Ánything less than an entire continent is smal to me if it·s floating on wate r.µ
The idiot had cal ed her gorgeous . She couldn·t quite figure out why she was annoyed. Cal ing a woman gorgeous or darling was a smooth way to cover that he didn·t remember her name.
Holding her hat, Maggie rested against the railing and asked with st udied casualness, Śo what do you think of the brothers?µ
Teal·s gaze stayed focused on the island as it got smal er and farther out of swimming distance. She didn·t realize that she·d turned her face up to look at the wheelhouse again until Zane caught h er eye. With a big, white grin, he raised his Coke can in salute.
How friendly of him, Teal thought sourly, redirecting her gaze to the woman beside her.
Źane thinks he·s God·s gift to women. He·s too«µ She·d responded a nanosecond too quickly to filter her answer. The tropical sun beating down on her shoulders and the top of her basebal cap had nothing to do with the annoyed heat in her face. Shut up. ´How long have you known them, Maggie?µ She changed the subject, anything to get her mind off piercing blue eyes.
Maggie leaned back, elbows on the metal rail. Dressed in white shorts and a navy tank top, sunny hair blowing in the wind, she looked about twenty. Great genes. Behind her, the sunlight danced like diamonds across stunningly peacock blue -green silk. Teal was tempted to take a dive into the warm water to prevent her imminent death by nausea.
Í·ve known the boys since they were quite smal . The kids al went to school together in St.
Maarten. Ben and I started working with Zane about ten years ago.
He and our daughter Cat are very good friends, too. We adore him. He·s one of the most honest, loyal, joyful people I know. We love him like a son.µ
Honest and loyal and joyful sounded like a golden retriever. It also sounded like a veiled stay-away-from-my-daughter·s-guy. Teal could have assured Maggie that the hands -off warning was completely, utterly, absolutely, unnecessary. She wasn·t his type, if his type had a type. She suspected that as far as Zane was concerned, pretty much any woman he encountered would be a case of instant attraction. Just add opportunity and a wil ing female.
Maggie·s daughter was more than welcome to the Casanova of the Caribbean.
Í hope we can be friends too, Teal.µ
It was hard for her to make friends. Being so painful y shy growin g up had given Teal a sense of disconnect that was hard to
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