it.
"Seth! Seth Quinn! Just look at you."
"How's it going?"
"It's going just fine. I heard you were back, but now here you are. Big as life and twice as handsome, and famous, too. It's sure been some while since Saint Chris High."
"Some time," he agreed and looked at Dru.
"Y'all know each other?" Terri asked.
"We've met," Dru said. "I'll leave you to catch up on old times. I hope you and J.J. are very happy."
"You and J.J. Wyatt?"
Terri preened. "That's right. We're practically engaged."
"We'll catch up later. You can tell me all about it." He took off, leaving Terri pouting at his back as he caught up with Dru.
"J.J. Wyatt," Seth began as he stepped beside Dru. "Offensive tackle on the Saint Chris High Sharks. Went on to crush as many heads as he could manage at the local university before even his bulldog skill on the football field couldn't keep him from flunking out."
"Thank you for that fascinating slice of local history."
"You're pissed. Why don't I buy you a drink and you can tell me all about it?"
"I don't want a drink, thank you, and I'm getting out of here before my eardrums are permanently damaged by that amazingly loud and untalented band's horrendous version of 'Jack and Diane.'"
He decided it was a point in her favor that she could recognize the mangled song, and pulled open the door for her. "The flowers were a hit."
"I'm glad to hear it." She took her keys out of a streamlined, buff-colored purse.
He started to suggest they go somewhere else for a drink, but could see by the irritated line between her eyebrows that she'd just shut him down.
"So, you've got a space to rent?"
"Apparently." She moved, dismissively, to the driver's side of a black Mercedes SUV.
Seth got his hand on the handle before she did, then just leaned companionably against the door. "Where?"
"Above the shop."
"And you want to rent it?"
"It's empty. It seems like a waste of space. I can't drive my car unless I'm inside of it," she pointed out.
"Above the shop," he repeated, and brought the building back into his mind. Two stories, yeah, that was right. "Bank of three windows, front and back," he said aloud. "Should be good light. How big is it?"
"Nine hundred square feet, including a small galley-style kitchen."
"Big enough. Let's take a look."
"Excuse me?"
"Show me the space. I might be interested."
She gave the keys in her hand an impatient jiggle. "You want me to show you the apartment now?"
"You don't want to waste space, why waste time?" He opened her car door. "I'll follow you back. It won't take long," he said with that slow, easy grin. "I make up my mind pretty quick."
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SHE MADE UP her mind quickly as well, Dru thought as she backed out of the pub's lot. And she had Seth Quinn pegged.
A confident man, and a talented one. Each aspect probably fed into the other. The fact that his rough edges managed to have a sheen of polish was intriguing, something she was certain he knew very well.
And used very well.
He was attractive. The lean, lanky build that looked as though it had been designed to wear those worn-out jeans. All that burnished blond hair, straight as a pin and never quite styled. The hollowed cheeks, the vivid blue eyes. Not just vivid in color, she thought now. In intensity. The way he looked at you, as if he saw something no one else could see. Something you couldn't see yourself.
It managed to be flattering, jolting and just a bit off-putting all at once.
It made you wonder about him. And if you were wondering about a man, you were thinking about him.
Women, she concluded, were like paints on a palette to him. He could dab into any one of them at his whim. The way he'd been snuggled up with the blonde in the bar—a little play she'd noted the instant she herself had walked in—was a case in point.
Then there'd been the way he'd smiled at the waitress, the terminally foolish Terri. Wide, warm and friendly, with just a hint of intimacy. Very
"Seth! Seth Quinn! Just look at you."
"How's it going?"
"It's going just fine. I heard you were back, but now here you are. Big as life and twice as handsome, and famous, too. It's sure been some while since Saint Chris High."
"Some time," he agreed and looked at Dru.
"Y'all know each other?" Terri asked.
"We've met," Dru said. "I'll leave you to catch up on old times. I hope you and J.J. are very happy."
"You and J.J. Wyatt?"
Terri preened. "That's right. We're practically engaged."
"We'll catch up later. You can tell me all about it." He took off, leaving Terri pouting at his back as he caught up with Dru.
"J.J. Wyatt," Seth began as he stepped beside Dru. "Offensive tackle on the Saint Chris High Sharks. Went on to crush as many heads as he could manage at the local university before even his bulldog skill on the football field couldn't keep him from flunking out."
"Thank you for that fascinating slice of local history."
"You're pissed. Why don't I buy you a drink and you can tell me all about it?"
"I don't want a drink, thank you, and I'm getting out of here before my eardrums are permanently damaged by that amazingly loud and untalented band's horrendous version of 'Jack and Diane.'"
He decided it was a point in her favor that she could recognize the mangled song, and pulled open the door for her. "The flowers were a hit."
"I'm glad to hear it." She took her keys out of a streamlined, buff-colored purse.
He started to suggest they go somewhere else for a drink, but could see by the irritated line between her eyebrows that she'd just shut him down.
"So, you've got a space to rent?"
"Apparently." She moved, dismissively, to the driver's side of a black Mercedes SUV.
Seth got his hand on the handle before she did, then just leaned companionably against the door. "Where?"
"Above the shop."
"And you want to rent it?"
"It's empty. It seems like a waste of space. I can't drive my car unless I'm inside of it," she pointed out.
"Above the shop," he repeated, and brought the building back into his mind. Two stories, yeah, that was right. "Bank of three windows, front and back," he said aloud. "Should be good light. How big is it?"
"Nine hundred square feet, including a small galley-style kitchen."
"Big enough. Let's take a look."
"Excuse me?"
"Show me the space. I might be interested."
She gave the keys in her hand an impatient jiggle. "You want me to show you the apartment now?"
"You don't want to waste space, why waste time?" He opened her car door. "I'll follow you back. It won't take long," he said with that slow, easy grin. "I make up my mind pretty quick."
----
Chapter Four
Contents - Prev | Next
SHE MADE UP her mind quickly as well, Dru thought as she backed out of the pub's lot. And she had Seth Quinn pegged.
A confident man, and a talented one. Each aspect probably fed into the other. The fact that his rough edges managed to have a sheen of polish was intriguing, something she was certain he knew very well.
And used very well.
He was attractive. The lean, lanky build that looked as though it had been designed to wear those worn-out jeans. All that burnished blond hair, straight as a pin and never quite styled. The hollowed cheeks, the vivid blue eyes. Not just vivid in color, she thought now. In intensity. The way he looked at you, as if he saw something no one else could see. Something you couldn't see yourself.
It managed to be flattering, jolting and just a bit off-putting all at once.
It made you wonder about him. And if you were wondering about a man, you were thinking about him.
Women, she concluded, were like paints on a palette to him. He could dab into any one of them at his whim. The way he'd been snuggled up with the blonde in the bar—a little play she'd noted the instant she herself had walked in—was a case in point.
Then there'd been the way he'd smiled at the waitress, the terminally foolish Terri. Wide, warm and friendly, with just a hint of intimacy. Very
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