Excerpt:
Mike MacCready stood in his client’s boat, sipping his
third diet cola of the day. He watched as the sexy, very slender blonde in
the next slip argued with the ugly, but extremely muscular in a thick neck
kind of way, marina handyman.
“Arrangements were made with the boat owner. You need to move the boat for a
couple of hours,” the man said in a heavy accent.
“It’s
not my boat and the owner didn’t inform me of any repairs,” the blonde said.
She turned aft and Mike couldn’t see who she spoke to, but then a little
girl darted behind the woman and went down the forward hatch.
A
mother, Mike thought, intrigued.
“I
need to fix the bumper strip,” the handyman announced stolidly as the blonde
fidgeted, clearly wishing she could follow her daughter into the cabin.
“Think
she’s got a husband?” Pete asked from behind Mike.
“She
doesn’t look married.” He nodded to his gap-toothed and freckly employee.
“She doesn’t have that settled look.”
The
single mothers he attracted tended to be low maintenance—his kind of woman.
Though interested in a sex life, they didn’t have time to waste thinking
about “relationships” and all that crap. He didn’t have a life that left a
lot for a woman. Right now, for instance, he had moved onto a boat to watch
for a bail jumper who was reportedly hiding out around here, making a few
bucks by stealing from the marina’s inhabitants. Bounty hunters didn’t make
good boyfriends. Mike’s mouth curved. But he was a very good time when he
was available. |