“Of course.”

“I don’t discount it either. Normally, this wouldn’t be any of their business. In this case, it is.” It bothered him, more than a little. “But it’s my family, and my concern, not yours.”

“This may sound hypocritical at this point, but I don’t want to do anything else that will hurt or disturb Seth.”

“Neither do I. But I’m not going to let a ten-year-old take charge of my personal life. Relax, Sybill.” He skimmed his fingers over her jaw. “This isn’t the Montagues and the Capulets.”

“I’m hardly thinking of you as Romeo,” she said, so dryly that he laughed and kissed her again.

“You might, darling, if I put my mind to it. But for now, let’s just be who we are. You’re tired.” He rubbed his thumb gently under her eye. “You’ve got thin skin, Sybill, the shadows show. Go take a nap. We can make do with room service later.”

“With—”

“I’ll bring the wine,” he said cheerfully and leaped back into the boat. “I’ve got a bottle of Chateau Olivier I’ve been wanting to sample,” he shouted over the motor. “No need to dress up,” he added with a wicked grin as he maneuvered the boat away from the dock and out of earshot.

She wasn’t sure what she would have shouted at him if she’d lost what was left of her control. Instead she stood on the dock in her wrinkled but elegant silk suit, her hair a damp mess and her dignity as shaky as her heart.

CAM RECOGNIZED THE signs. A fast sail on a breezy afternoon might relax a man, loosen his muscles, clear his head. But he only knew one thing that put that lazy, satisfied gleam in a man’s eyes.

He recognized that gleam in his brother’s eyes when Phillip slid up to the dock to toss him the lines. You son of a bitch, was his first thought.

He caught the stern line, yanked it taut. “You son of a bitch.”

Phillip only lifted his eyebrows. He’d been expecting that reaction, though not quite so quickly. He’d already ordered himself to hold on to his temper, to explain his position. “Always a friendly welcome at the Quinns’.”

“I figured you were past the stage where you thought with your dick.”

Not quite as calm as he’d planned to be, Phillip stepped off the boat and stood facing his brother. He recognized the signs, too. Cam was spoiling for a fight. “Actually, I tend to let my dick think for itself. Though we often agree.”

“You’re either crazy or stupid, or you just don’t give a damn. A kid’s life is in the balance here, his peace of mind, his trust.”

“Nothing’s going to happen to Seth. I’m doing everything I can to make sure of that.”

“Oh, I get it. You fucked her for his sake.”

Phillip’s hands shot out, and before the bright fury fully registered he had them gripped on Cam’s jacket. Now their faces were close, and both were warrior hard. “You were tearing up the sheets with Anna last spring. How much were you thinking about Seth when you had her under you?”